In My Girls I Trust
Available in:
- eBook
- Paperback
- Audiobook
- Book info
- Sample
- Media
- Author updates
- Lists
Synopsis
How can three women living three totally different lifestyles have so much in common?
Alexis is a single mother of two, with an abusive baby daddy her girls keep pressing her to leave. Between her difficult man and her girls' constant nagging, Alexis is forced to live a double life. Watch as she tries to hold on to a secret that would definitely tear apart any friendship.
Keaundra is constantly haunted by a troubled past and lives by the motto "Trust No Man!" This has left her lonely and with plenty of time on her hands. But what happens when she crosses paths with Mr. Right? Will Keaundra let him in, or will her past experiences force her to let him slip away?
India is classy, intelligent, loyal, and used to having her way. Between her rich father and her boyfriend, Martell, she wants for nothing. But when her loyalty to her girls starts to affect her relationship, will India have to choose between her best friends and her man, or will he make the choice for her?
When life and love get complicated, these three unlikely friends will have some very difficult choices to make.
Release date: July 1, 2012
Publisher: Urban Books
Print pages: 384
* BingeBooks earns revenue from qualifying purchases as an Amazon Associate as well as from other retail partners.
Reader buzz
Please log in to recommend or discuss...
Author updates
Close
In My Girls I Trust
Brandi Johnson
“India, can you please come get me?”Alexis cried into the phone receiver.
India pushed Martell off her. “Where you at? Are you okay?”
“I’m at the hospital. I had a little accident,” Alexis said quietly.
India sighed. “Did Ronald jump on you again?”
“Somethin’ like that.” Alexis had shame all throughout her tone.
India stood up and slipped on a pair of jogging pants and one of Martell’s Fubu T-shirts. “Where the kids at?”
“At home with Ronald.”
India became angry. “What the fuck you mean? You left the kids at home with Ike Turner while you sittin’ up at the damn hospital?”
“They were in bed asleep so I didn’t wanna wake ’em up,” Alexis snapped back.
India was disgusted. “Alexis, you will never learn.”
“India,” Alexis whined. “All I got is a black eye.”
“What you mean ‘all I got’? Be standing at the front door, I’m on my way.” India hung up the phone and kissed Martell on his forehead. “I’ll be right back.” Martell pulled her back on top of him. “Martell, please, not now, sweetie, Alexis needs me.”
“What about me? I need you too. I’ve been gone on business for five days, and this is the first we have been able to spend some time together since I’ve been home. I’m sick and tired of every time those hood-rat friends of yours call, you go running.” Martell was fed up.
“Martell, baby, I’ll be right back,” India whined. She knew Martell hated for his woman to whine.
“Well, I won’t be here when you get back!” Martell jumped out of India’s California king sized bed and started putting on his clothes.
“Martell, don’t go,” India begged.
“You know one of these days you gon’ be without me if you don’t get your shit together,” he barked while buttoning his Armani dress pants.
Nigga, please, you know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere. You say the same shit every time, India thought as she tied up her Nike Air sneakers. India knew she had Martell wrapped around her clit. She also knew that when she got back from dealing with her best friend’s drama, he would be laying in her bed waiting for her. What man would leave after having had the pleasure of being with India Ariel Davenport? She grabbed her purse and was on her way out, but not before checking herself out in the mirror real quick.
India had a strong resemblance to Kenya Moore; she was just a few shades lighter. India would sometimes use Kenya’s name to get her and her girls into a club and it always worked. They would walk in with their heads high, and the guy at the door would escort them straight to the VIP section where they would rub elbows with some big-time ballers.
India always knew she would amount to something. She looked too good not to. India’s mother being Hispanic and her father being an African American blessed her with long, silky, black hair that came just a little past her shoulders. Her caramel complexion was flawless; she had dark, almond-shaped eyes, and the body of a goddess, thanks to being in the gym three to four times a week. India’s parents always wanted her to become a model, and she was on her way until she hooked up with her two best friends, Alexis and Keaundra.
Keaundra was the dominant one of the three, while Alexis was the wild one—open to almost anything. In any group of friends you always have a follower and that’s where India came in at. She was so sheltered growing up, that once she got a taste of freedom, it was on and poppin’! Her parents couldn’t tell her anything. Hanging out late, skipping school and getting high with Keaundra and Alexis took precedence over everything, including modeling.
Davenport was a high-class name in Mansfield, Ohio. Her father, Richard Davenport, had pull and lots of it. Richard Davenport was the mayor’s right hand man, and one of the most bourgeois, prominent judges around. He had the reputation of sending all the big-time drug dealers up the river, and you could bet your mom’s best Sunday outfit that they were doing Buck Rogers time! Mr. Davenport hated drug dealers just as much as he hated his mother-in-law.
India climbed in her truck, and in spite of her best friend’s drama that awaited her, she thought back six years to some drama of her own.
“One of the biggest drug raids,” Mr. Davenport read aloud from the front page of the newspaper as he sat at his oak dining room table eating his breakfast. “I can’t wait to prosecute those bastards. They’ll be doing forever and a day.”
“Oh my goodness. Richard, come quick, it’s Indy on television,” Mrs. Davenport yelled to her husband from the living room.
India chuckled remembering her mother’s dramatics as she had replayed their reactions to her arrest. Mr. Davenport jumped up from the table and stood in front of the sixty-two-inch plasma television next to his wife. His eyes bulged out of his head as he watched his only child being escorted out of one of the largest dope houses in the area in cuffs.
“Here we are reporting from WBAJ News Center twelve,” a news anchor came across the TV screen and said. “This has to be one of the biggest drug busts in a long time. The Metrich unit seized fifteen pounds of marijuana, three guns, one hundred and sixty grams of cocaine, and over fifty thousand in cash. The Feds have been watching this house for two years. While searching the house they looked in an upstairs closet and found a young lady hiding. The young lady has been identified as Judge Richard Davenport’s daughter. India Davenport has been arrested and is being held on a million-dollar bond, back to you Curtis.”
Mrs. Davenport screamed at the top of her lungs as their phone rang off the hook.
While her parents were frantically trying to get her out of jail, India knew once she did make bail, the shit was gon’ hit the fan.
“Davenport, you made bail,” the officer yelled.
India got up slowly as the officer unlocked the holding cell. India glanced in the plastic mirror before leaving. She looked a hot mess. Her mascara was running down her face from all the tears she had shed, her hair was standing all over her head because they had made her take all the bobby pins out of her freshly done French roll, and her breath needed a date with some Listerine. “Who’s out there?” India asked the officer, hoping that it would be her mother instead of her father. She knew she could shed a few tears and get sympathy from her mother, but her father couldn’t care less about tears.
“Does it matter who’s out there? You just made a million-dollar bond. I wouldn’t care if a gang of midgets were out there, you’re free, pretty lady.” The officer smiled.
That compliment went straight to India’s head. India smiled at the rather large officer before exiting the cell. Her smile soon faded as she spotted her father talking to the chief of police.
“Indy, baby, are you okay?” Mrs. Davenport pushed through the media and over to her baby girl and asked in her heavy Spanish accent.
“I’m fine, Mommy.” India attempted to smooth her frizzy hair down as cameras flashed and microphones were being stuck in her face.
“India, what were you doing in that drug house?” someone yelled from the crowd.
India rolled her eyes, pushed the mic out of her face, and continued fighting through the crowd of people. Police officers barricaded the media so India and her family could make it safely out of the building.
“Did anyone hurt you or try to molest you?” Mrs. Davenport asked.
India became agitated. “No, Mom, they didn’t!”
“Enough small talk. What in the world was my seventeen-year-old daughter doing in a drug house? I’m so embarrassed. As of today I disown you as my daughter, and I want my million dollars back!” Mr. Davenport said before storming out of the county building.
India was shocked and hurt by that remark.
“Don’t worry honey your father didn’t mean that,” Mrs. Davenport said as she rubbed the side of India’s face.
India didn’t know what to say. How was she going to pay her father back a million dollars when she only got fifty dollars a week for allowance? India laid her head on her mother’s shoulder and cried.
Mrs. Davenport watched as her husband stormed back into the county building, walking toward her and her daughter. “Oh, yeah, all of your expenses are cut off, and if you don’t have my million dollars paid by the time I die, then you will be cut out of my will, understand me?”
India knew her father meant every word. When they got home, Mr. Davenport confiscated her brand new Trailblazer, took her cell phone, and unplugged the phone in her room. He then asked for all six of her credit cards and cut them up in her face. That hurt worse then being hit in the head with a hammer.
“Richard, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on our little Indy?” Mrs. Davenport pleaded.
“Helen, your little Indy has to get money the best way that she can. Hell, she’s been labeled as a drug kingpin, so let her go out and sell drugs to get what she needs!”
“Richard!”
Mr. Davenport was disgusted with his daughter. “Helen, can’t you see that people don’t give a damn about all the drugs and guns they found? Only thing they cared about was that it was Richard Davenport’s daughter in the house. They didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that her friends were in the closet with her. Their parents’ names meant nothing in this town, so their bonds were nowhere near as high and they’re not making examples of these girls, just India! She put a mark on my damn name and my reputation, and I will not forgive her for that.”
India began crying. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Don’t worry, Mommy’s little Indy, your father will get over the embarrassment sooner or later. It’s just going to take some time,” she assured her daughter.
India waited until her mother and father went to bed before sneaking down to the kitchen to use the telephone.
“Hello?” Alexis answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Lexy,” India whispered.
“Hey, girl! You know you’re the talk of the town, don’t you?” Alexis said, cracking up laughing. “You’re all over the news.”
“Yeah, thanks to you and your bright ideas. ‘Let’s skip school and go over to Meeko’s house’,” India said, repeating the words Alexis had said to her earlier that day. “And now look, me, you, and Keaundra are known as drug dealers.”
“No, actually, you’re the one known as a drug dealer, Mr. Davenport’s daughter,” Alexis chuckled.
“That shit ain’t funny, Alexis. My million dollar bond is non-refundable. I’m on probation for a year and I have to do community service, which is manual labor. I have to attend drug classes, not to mention my father took everything away from me. I don’t have nothin’ in my room but a bed, and he said he’s only giving me shit that the state requires me to have.”
“Dang, where’s your truck?”
“Gone.”
“Your big-screen TV?”
“Gone.”
“Your stereo, your hundred and fifty CDs, your computer?”
“Gone, gone, and gone,” India replied.
“Dang, that’s deep. Your dad must really be mad. He took ya truck from you.”
“Yeah, and it’s all your fault.”
“Didn’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and make you skip school, India.”
“If yo’ ass wasn’t fiendin’ for a blunt we would not have even been up in that dope spot. Of all the days we go to Meeko’s the door gets kicked the fuck in! Now, how ironic is it for Meeko to have to run to the store to get a loaf of bread at seven in the morning? If you ask me, I think the nigga probably set us up to take the fall,” India said.
“I wouldn’t put it past his shiesty ass. I know one thing: he ain’t got to worry about me buying no more bud from his ass.” Alexis changed the subject. “Are you goin’ to the Summer Jammy-Jam on Friday?”
“You know I’m on punishment. I would have to sneak out, and plus, I don’t got nothin’ to wear. I don’t get any more money, and my dad cut up all my credit cards, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Well, wear somethin’ you already got,” Alexis recommended.
“Bitch, please! India Ariel Davenport wear somethin’ old to the biggest party of the year? I don’t think so.”
“I got an idea, since you don’t wanna wear nothin’ old to the Summer Jammy-Jam,” Alexis smirked.
“I hope it’s not somethin’ that’s gon’ land me in jail again.”
“Trust me, it won’t.”
“Davenport, you made bail,” the officer said. “Nice to see you again.” The chubby officer smiled at India. “You must like coming to jail.”
India rolled her eyes as she walked out of the cell and into her mother’s arms.
“Indy, how dare you shoplift!” Mrs. Davenport shouted.
“Mommy, I needed somethin’ to wear to the Summer Jammy-Jam and I didn’t have any money,” India whined, as the fake tears fell from her eyes.
“Why didn’t you just come to me for the money?”
India shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe you felt the same way about me as Daddy,” she lied.
“I could never feel that way about you, Indy. I’m so glad your father is out of town or he would disown the both of us. The judge not only extended your probation but now you have to report. Now, promise me that you will stay out of trouble,” Mrs. Davenport said as she and her daughter walked to the car.
“I promise, Mommy,” India said in a child-like voice.
India shook the old memories from her head as she pulled into the hospital parking lot.
“About time,” Alexis said, jumping into India’s fully loaded, brand new Infiniti QX56.
“Anyway, what did Ronald kick yo’ ass for this time?” India asked sarcastically.
“He thinks I’m messin’ around with David.”
India turned out of the hospital parking lot and looked over at Alexis. “I know you ain’t talkin’ about David that works at the barber shop over on Park Avenue.”
Alexis rubbed her temples before speaking. “No, I’m talkin’ about David that owns the barber shop on Park Avenue.”
“What would make him think a thing like that?” India asked as she drove.
“Because somebody told him they saw me and David talkin’.”
“Just ’cause he heard you was talkin’ to the nigga doesn’t mean you fuckin’ him. Ronald needs to grow the fuck up, and your stupid ass needs to leave his abusive ass alone.”
“I know. All me and David was talkin’ about was the latest CDs. I love Ronald but I know he ain’t no good for me or the kids.”
“You the type of bitch who thinks if a nigga is beating that ass on a regular basis, he loves you. You got the game twisted!” India shook her head, disgusted by the entire situation.
Alexis sighed heavily. “I’m gon’ leave him.”
India became angry. “When?”
“I don’t know when. I don’t have a man who owns his own cell phone company and every time I tell the nigga to jump, he ask how high. I’m sorry we all can’t be like India Ariel Davenport. I wish you would get the fuck off my back and leave me the fuck alone about my man. Now, I said I was gon’ leave his ass alone, I just don’t know when. Damn!”
India felt kind of sorry for her best friend. She knew Alexis wasn’t happy. But she kept trying to tell her to just pack Ronald’s shit, set it by the door, and when he came home, tell his black ass to get to steppin’! India and Alexis sat quietly for the next fifteen minutes while India drove. Once India pulled up in Alexis’s apartment complex, she put the truck in park, and sat there. The only noise that was coming from the radio was R. Kelly singing about being trapped in somebody’s closet.
Alexis put her hand on the door handle and smiled. “This song brings back a lot of memories, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, being trapped in Meeko’s closet,” India laughed.
“Thanks, India, for picking me up from the hospital.”
“Anytime. And, hey, are you fuckin’ David?” India inquired.
Alexis smiled before opening the truck door. “Naw, but I would love to.”
“You nasty, hefah!” India laughed.
Alexis waved her friend off and walked into her apartment. When she went in Ronald was lying on the sofa asleep with their son, R.J., lying beside him, and their daughter, Ro’nisha, lying on top of his chest. Alexis grabbed a cover out of the linen closet and covered all three of them up before walking into the bathroom to run herself some bath water. She took off her bloodstained Fetish T-shirt, slid out of her tight Fetish jeans, and gave herself a complete look-over in the mirror. Damn-girl, you look too good to be fuckin’ with a no-good, jealous-ass nigga like Ronald, she thought as she turned around and made her ass clap like she used to when she was a stripper. Alexis looked closely at her black eyes and busted lip as she stood in the mirror. I can’t hide this time.
Alexis was high yellow with light brown eyes. She kept the top of her hair cut really short while the back hung almost to the middle of her back. She bore a striking resemblance to Laila Ali but with a much better body. Alexis used to be a stripper at Club Bo-Bo’s. She stripped for extra money while she was going to college, but gave up stripping after she got pregnant with her firstborn. That’s where she had met Ronald. He was a frequent customer and would come in with a bunch of his friends every Friday night just in time to see Alexis, a.k.a. Lady Dynamite, perform. He kept Lady Dynamite’s G-string filled with fifties and hundreds while he threw the other girls a dollar or two. That made Lady Dynamite feel like she was that thang, like she was special. Now she wondered what she had done that made her not so special anymore.
India walked into her condo after dropping Alexis off at home, threw her see-through Coach bag on the sofa, and walked into the bedroom. I told you your ass wasn’t going anywhere. I can’t blame you for not wanting to leave all of this. India slid out of her sweatpants and T-shirt. She walked over to the bed, where Martell lay sleeping like a newborn baby. Martell had fallen asleep with his Armani dress pants unbuttoned and his left hand resting on his manhood. India smiled at her man. She picked up the remote that was laying on the marble nightstand and turned the television off. She climbed into bed, trying not to wake her knight in shining armor, and kissed his lips before straddling his well-built body. His eyes opened up as she rested her head on his chest. Martell wrapped his strong arms around his woman and they both fell soundly to sleep.
India called Keaundra as she brewed her daily pot of coffee. “Girl, let me tell you about Alexis,” she started as soon as Keaundra answered. “You know I had to pick her ass up from the hospital last night.”
“What the fuck happened to her? Don’t tell me, Ronald kicked that ass again, didn’t he?” Keaundra said, shaking her head.
“You guessed it!” India said as she poured coffee into her cup.
“I don’t know what her problem is. Ain’t no way I’m gon’ stay wit’ a nigga who whoops my ass like I’m his child. Alexis is twenty-three years old; she is too old to be gettin’ her ass kicked,” Keaundra said as she got dressed for work.
“I tried to tell her that,” India added.
“Well, while the bitch goin’ around perpin’ like she Laila Ali, she need to start actin’ like her and kick off in Ronald’s black ass.” Keaundra slid into her black Coach boots and checked her image in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall.
“Hush truth,” India laughed.
“I’m for real. She done been with this nigga for four years and he’s been kickin’ her ass the entire time,” Keaundra ranted.
“I know,” India agreed as she stuffed her college English book into her book bag.
“I just don’t get it, do you?”
“No, but maybe she’ll wake up one day.” India grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.
“I hope so.”
“Well, Keaundra, I’ll talk to you when I get outta class,” India said as she climbed into her truck and slammed the door.
Keaundra sighed heavily. “Okay, talk to you later.” Keaundra hung up the phone and sat back. She tried her best to come up with a plan to get Alexis away from Ronald, before she ended up in the same predicament as her own mother.
Keaundra walked into the Richland Bank where she was the head loan officer, and went straight to her office. She took off her coat and shook the snow from it before hanging it up on the coat rack. She then picked up her message notepad and briefly roamed over her messages. She went through the list and the only name she recognized was Alexis Tucker. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed Alexis’s telephone number.
“Hello?” the male voice answered.
Keaundra closed her eyes and counted to five.
“Hello?” he said again.
“Is Alexis home?” she asked Ronald.
“Naw, she’s at work, where yo’ ass need to be,” he said before hanging up the phone.
“Bitch!” Keaundra dialed the number to the dentist office where Alexis worked as a dental hygienist.
“Dr. Gavenstein’s office, may I help you?” the pleasant voice said on the other end of the line.
“Yes. May I please speak with Alexis Tucker?”
“Her patient is just leaving; if you can hang on for a brief moment I’ll call her to the phone,” the lady said in a professional tone.
“Is this Kay-Kay?” Keaundra asked.
“Yes, it is. May I ask whom I’m speaking with?” she asked, sounding like a white woman.
“Bitch, this is yo’ cousin, Keaundra. You sound just like a white girl on the phone, tryin’ to sound all professional and shit,” Keaundra laughed.
“Damn, you know I gotta answer these phones like that. All these white people I work around,” she whispered. “I really wish I could be like, this is the muthafuckin’ office of this white, racist, dickhead doctor Gavenstein,” Kay-Kay laughed too.
“You silly.”
“I’m for real. If I didn’t need the money, I would answer the phone just like that, ’cause some muthafuckas be talkin’ all disrespectful and shit. No matter how pleasant you are to them, there’s always one asshole that has to get all smart and shit.”
“Like Gran used to tell us: kill your enemies with kindness.”
“Fuck that, I be wantin’ to kill some of ’em with a thirty-eight special,” Kay-Kay stated.
“You crazy, girl. Is Alexis almost done talkin’?”
“Yep. Girl, you know I’m not the type to be gettin’ in anybody’s business, but what’s up wit’ yo’ girl and them dark-ass sunglasses she sportin’ up in here? You know this ain’t the first time she done wore sunglasses all day.”
“I don’t know, girl.” Keaundra replied, not wanting to put her best friend’s business out there.
“Here she is, and I’ll see you at Gran’s house on Sunday,” Kay-Kay said before handing Alexis the phone.
“Alexis here,” she said into the phone receiver.
“What’s up? I saw on my message pad that you called. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, I called, but I can’t talk right now. The phone is off the hook.” She meant that somebody was all in her mouth.
“Look, Alexis, I know you can’t talk right now, so just listen to me. I already know about Ronald kickin’ yo’ ass last night.”
“Dang, India got a big-ass mouth.”
“Never mind that. We are sisters and we’re very concerned about you and them babies. You really need to leave Ronald’s ass alone before he end up killin’ you,” Keaundra suggested.
“I know,” Alexis said sadly.
“This nigga got you walkin’ around your job with sunglasses on. You a damn dental hygienist. How in the hell can you see in people’s mouths?”
Alexis shot Kay-Kay a dirty look. “Look, my next patient just walked in the door, I’ll talk to you when I get off work,” Alexis said, not wanting to hear any more of Keaundra’s nagging.
“We’re meeting over India’s house tonight for dinner, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll be over there as soon as I pick up the kids from daycare.”
Keaundra became angry. “Alexis, you mean to tell me that those babies are still in daycare, when Ronald’s ass don’t even have a job? What part of the game is that?”
“Bye, Ke-Ke.” Alexis hung up the phone before her best friend could say anything else.
Keaundra flipped open her cell and dialed India’s number. She didn’t want to use the company’s phone just in case someone was on the line listening to her conversation.
“What do you want, girl? You know I’m in my report writing class,” India whispered when she answered.
“This is an emergency!” Keaundra snapped.
“Hang on.” India raised her hand and pointed toward the door to let the professor know that she was going to the bathroom. India stood and walked out of the class. “Okay, I’m back. What’s the emergency?” she asked once she reached the bathroom.
“Girl, did you know that Alexis was still sending R.J. and Ro’nisha to the daycare?”
India was furious. “No way! Ronald’s punk ass ain’t workin’, how come he can’t keep his kids?”
“I don’t know. She all up in that damn dentist office wearing sunglasses and tryin’ to work.”
“Hell, naw. How you know?”
“I called her ass today, you know my cousin Kay-Kay is the receptionist there and she told me,” Keaundra stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“We gon’ have to beat some sense into her.” India pulled up her skirt with one hand and held on to her cell phone with the other.
“Is that pee I hear in the background?”
“I couldn’t help it, I had to go,” India laughed.
“Anyway, I told her to meet me over your house later on for dinner.”
“And who’s cooking?”
“I’ll stop at Red Lobster and pick up a couple of shrimp platters for us,” Keaundra said as her secretary, Debbie, stuck her head in the door. “Hang on. Yes, Debbie?”
“You have someone out here waiting to see you.”
“Don’t you see me on the phone? Tell them to wait some more!” Keaundra snapped. Debbie held her head down and closed Keaundra’s office door.
“Damn, who was you talkin’ to like that?”
“Debbie’s dumb ass. She seen me on the phone when she stuck her big-ass head through my office door!” Keaundra snapped.
“Fuck that, you wouldn’t be talkin’ to me like that. If I was Debbie I would tell yo’ smart-ass mouth to meet me in the parking lot after work,” India laughed as she checked her makeup in the mirror.
Keaundra became serious. “Let the bitch try it and I’ma beat that ass.”
“Oh, well, some of us do have a job to do, so I’ll see you around five-thirty.”
“Okay, and don’t forget the shrimp sauce this time.”
“I won’t.” Keaundra hung up the phone and continued to work.
Alexis sat around the office looking through her charts. There were no more patients scheduled, so she decided to pick her kids up early from daycare and take R.J. to the barbershop to get a haircut.
“Kay-Kay, I’m leaving early, so if anybody calls me tell them I’m with a patient,” Alexis said as she put on her coat.
“Will do,” Kay-Kay replied as she turned up the radio and bobbed her head to Bobby Valentino’s “Slow Down.”
Alexis smiled and shook her head while walking out the door.
“Why you leavin’ so early?” Ronald asked as Alexis got into her car, nearly giving her a heart attack.
“What the fuck you doing sittin’ in my car, Ronald?” Alexis grimaced.
“You sho’ done got funny acting with yo’ shit. Ever since I got laid off from that punk-ass factory, everything is yours!” Ronald snapped.
Alexis rolled her eyes. “Ronald, I’m not in the mood to argue.”
“Where the fuck you on your way to?”
“I’m goin’ to get Kay-Kay and me some ice cream if you don’t mind,” Alexis lied.
“Ice cream in December? I bet’ not find out you lyin’ or I’ma kick yo’ ass.” Ronald looked at Alexis and smiled. “I’ll take you to the Dairy Queen and drop you back off ’cause I need to use the car.”
“For what, Ronald?”
“Oh, I can’t use yo’ ride? You know mine is broke down.”
Feeling that she was in a no-win situation, Alexis agreed to let Ronald use her car. She closed her eyes for a brief second and took a deep breath before driving to the Dairy Queen. She went in an ordered herself something, a banana split for Kay-Kay, and nothing for Ronald. She walked back to the car, noticing that Ronald had moved into the driver’s seat. She rolled her eyes, went around to the passenger’s side, and got in.
“Where my ice cream at?” Ronald asked.
“I didn’t know you wanted any.”
“Did you ask if I wanted any?” Ronald snapped.
“I never had to ask before.” Alexis rolled her eyes so hard she nearly passed out.
“Don’t get smart with me, bitch,” Ronald said as he pulled out of the Dairy Queen’s parking lot. Alexis was hotter than a firecracker as Ronald drove her back to work. When Ronald pulled up into the dentist’s parking lot, he looked over at Alexis. “I’ll be back to get you at five-thirty.”
“I get off at five, Ronald.”
“Daddy loves you,” he said mockingly.
Alexis looked at Ronald with disgust, got out of the car, and slammed the door behind her. She walked into the office and handed Kay-Kay the banana split she had bought for her.
“Thanks!” Kay-Kay said, taking the ice cream from her hand. “I thought you were done for the day?”
“There’s been a change in plans.” Alexis walked into her office and closed the door. She sat behind her desk in her big,
India pushed Martell off her. “Where you at? Are you okay?”
“I’m at the hospital. I had a little accident,” Alexis said quietly.
India sighed. “Did Ronald jump on you again?”
“Somethin’ like that.” Alexis had shame all throughout her tone.
India stood up and slipped on a pair of jogging pants and one of Martell’s Fubu T-shirts. “Where the kids at?”
“At home with Ronald.”
India became angry. “What the fuck you mean? You left the kids at home with Ike Turner while you sittin’ up at the damn hospital?”
“They were in bed asleep so I didn’t wanna wake ’em up,” Alexis snapped back.
India was disgusted. “Alexis, you will never learn.”
“India,” Alexis whined. “All I got is a black eye.”
“What you mean ‘all I got’? Be standing at the front door, I’m on my way.” India hung up the phone and kissed Martell on his forehead. “I’ll be right back.” Martell pulled her back on top of him. “Martell, please, not now, sweetie, Alexis needs me.”
“What about me? I need you too. I’ve been gone on business for five days, and this is the first we have been able to spend some time together since I’ve been home. I’m sick and tired of every time those hood-rat friends of yours call, you go running.” Martell was fed up.
“Martell, baby, I’ll be right back,” India whined. She knew Martell hated for his woman to whine.
“Well, I won’t be here when you get back!” Martell jumped out of India’s California king sized bed and started putting on his clothes.
“Martell, don’t go,” India begged.
“You know one of these days you gon’ be without me if you don’t get your shit together,” he barked while buttoning his Armani dress pants.
Nigga, please, you know yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere. You say the same shit every time, India thought as she tied up her Nike Air sneakers. India knew she had Martell wrapped around her clit. She also knew that when she got back from dealing with her best friend’s drama, he would be laying in her bed waiting for her. What man would leave after having had the pleasure of being with India Ariel Davenport? She grabbed her purse and was on her way out, but not before checking herself out in the mirror real quick.
India had a strong resemblance to Kenya Moore; she was just a few shades lighter. India would sometimes use Kenya’s name to get her and her girls into a club and it always worked. They would walk in with their heads high, and the guy at the door would escort them straight to the VIP section where they would rub elbows with some big-time ballers.
India always knew she would amount to something. She looked too good not to. India’s mother being Hispanic and her father being an African American blessed her with long, silky, black hair that came just a little past her shoulders. Her caramel complexion was flawless; she had dark, almond-shaped eyes, and the body of a goddess, thanks to being in the gym three to four times a week. India’s parents always wanted her to become a model, and she was on her way until she hooked up with her two best friends, Alexis and Keaundra.
Keaundra was the dominant one of the three, while Alexis was the wild one—open to almost anything. In any group of friends you always have a follower and that’s where India came in at. She was so sheltered growing up, that once she got a taste of freedom, it was on and poppin’! Her parents couldn’t tell her anything. Hanging out late, skipping school and getting high with Keaundra and Alexis took precedence over everything, including modeling.
Davenport was a high-class name in Mansfield, Ohio. Her father, Richard Davenport, had pull and lots of it. Richard Davenport was the mayor’s right hand man, and one of the most bourgeois, prominent judges around. He had the reputation of sending all the big-time drug dealers up the river, and you could bet your mom’s best Sunday outfit that they were doing Buck Rogers time! Mr. Davenport hated drug dealers just as much as he hated his mother-in-law.
India climbed in her truck, and in spite of her best friend’s drama that awaited her, she thought back six years to some drama of her own.
“One of the biggest drug raids,” Mr. Davenport read aloud from the front page of the newspaper as he sat at his oak dining room table eating his breakfast. “I can’t wait to prosecute those bastards. They’ll be doing forever and a day.”
“Oh my goodness. Richard, come quick, it’s Indy on television,” Mrs. Davenport yelled to her husband from the living room.
India chuckled remembering her mother’s dramatics as she had replayed their reactions to her arrest. Mr. Davenport jumped up from the table and stood in front of the sixty-two-inch plasma television next to his wife. His eyes bulged out of his head as he watched his only child being escorted out of one of the largest dope houses in the area in cuffs.
“Here we are reporting from WBAJ News Center twelve,” a news anchor came across the TV screen and said. “This has to be one of the biggest drug busts in a long time. The Metrich unit seized fifteen pounds of marijuana, three guns, one hundred and sixty grams of cocaine, and over fifty thousand in cash. The Feds have been watching this house for two years. While searching the house they looked in an upstairs closet and found a young lady hiding. The young lady has been identified as Judge Richard Davenport’s daughter. India Davenport has been arrested and is being held on a million-dollar bond, back to you Curtis.”
Mrs. Davenport screamed at the top of her lungs as their phone rang off the hook.
While her parents were frantically trying to get her out of jail, India knew once she did make bail, the shit was gon’ hit the fan.
“Davenport, you made bail,” the officer yelled.
India got up slowly as the officer unlocked the holding cell. India glanced in the plastic mirror before leaving. She looked a hot mess. Her mascara was running down her face from all the tears she had shed, her hair was standing all over her head because they had made her take all the bobby pins out of her freshly done French roll, and her breath needed a date with some Listerine. “Who’s out there?” India asked the officer, hoping that it would be her mother instead of her father. She knew she could shed a few tears and get sympathy from her mother, but her father couldn’t care less about tears.
“Does it matter who’s out there? You just made a million-dollar bond. I wouldn’t care if a gang of midgets were out there, you’re free, pretty lady.” The officer smiled.
That compliment went straight to India’s head. India smiled at the rather large officer before exiting the cell. Her smile soon faded as she spotted her father talking to the chief of police.
“Indy, baby, are you okay?” Mrs. Davenport pushed through the media and over to her baby girl and asked in her heavy Spanish accent.
“I’m fine, Mommy.” India attempted to smooth her frizzy hair down as cameras flashed and microphones were being stuck in her face.
“India, what were you doing in that drug house?” someone yelled from the crowd.
India rolled her eyes, pushed the mic out of her face, and continued fighting through the crowd of people. Police officers barricaded the media so India and her family could make it safely out of the building.
“Did anyone hurt you or try to molest you?” Mrs. Davenport asked.
India became agitated. “No, Mom, they didn’t!”
“Enough small talk. What in the world was my seventeen-year-old daughter doing in a drug house? I’m so embarrassed. As of today I disown you as my daughter, and I want my million dollars back!” Mr. Davenport said before storming out of the county building.
India was shocked and hurt by that remark.
“Don’t worry honey your father didn’t mean that,” Mrs. Davenport said as she rubbed the side of India’s face.
India didn’t know what to say. How was she going to pay her father back a million dollars when she only got fifty dollars a week for allowance? India laid her head on her mother’s shoulder and cried.
Mrs. Davenport watched as her husband stormed back into the county building, walking toward her and her daughter. “Oh, yeah, all of your expenses are cut off, and if you don’t have my million dollars paid by the time I die, then you will be cut out of my will, understand me?”
India knew her father meant every word. When they got home, Mr. Davenport confiscated her brand new Trailblazer, took her cell phone, and unplugged the phone in her room. He then asked for all six of her credit cards and cut them up in her face. That hurt worse then being hit in the head with a hammer.
“Richard, don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on our little Indy?” Mrs. Davenport pleaded.
“Helen, your little Indy has to get money the best way that she can. Hell, she’s been labeled as a drug kingpin, so let her go out and sell drugs to get what she needs!”
“Richard!”
Mr. Davenport was disgusted with his daughter. “Helen, can’t you see that people don’t give a damn about all the drugs and guns they found? Only thing they cared about was that it was Richard Davenport’s daughter in the house. They didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that her friends were in the closet with her. Their parents’ names meant nothing in this town, so their bonds were nowhere near as high and they’re not making examples of these girls, just India! She put a mark on my damn name and my reputation, and I will not forgive her for that.”
India began crying. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“Don’t worry, Mommy’s little Indy, your father will get over the embarrassment sooner or later. It’s just going to take some time,” she assured her daughter.
India waited until her mother and father went to bed before sneaking down to the kitchen to use the telephone.
“Hello?” Alexis answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Lexy,” India whispered.
“Hey, girl! You know you’re the talk of the town, don’t you?” Alexis said, cracking up laughing. “You’re all over the news.”
“Yeah, thanks to you and your bright ideas. ‘Let’s skip school and go over to Meeko’s house’,” India said, repeating the words Alexis had said to her earlier that day. “And now look, me, you, and Keaundra are known as drug dealers.”
“No, actually, you’re the one known as a drug dealer, Mr. Davenport’s daughter,” Alexis chuckled.
“That shit ain’t funny, Alexis. My million dollar bond is non-refundable. I’m on probation for a year and I have to do community service, which is manual labor. I have to attend drug classes, not to mention my father took everything away from me. I don’t have nothin’ in my room but a bed, and he said he’s only giving me shit that the state requires me to have.”
“Dang, where’s your truck?”
“Gone.”
“Your big-screen TV?”
“Gone.”
“Your stereo, your hundred and fifty CDs, your computer?”
“Gone, gone, and gone,” India replied.
“Dang, that’s deep. Your dad must really be mad. He took ya truck from you.”
“Yeah, and it’s all your fault.”
“Didn’t nobody put a gun to yo’ head and make you skip school, India.”
“If yo’ ass wasn’t fiendin’ for a blunt we would not have even been up in that dope spot. Of all the days we go to Meeko’s the door gets kicked the fuck in! Now, how ironic is it for Meeko to have to run to the store to get a loaf of bread at seven in the morning? If you ask me, I think the nigga probably set us up to take the fall,” India said.
“I wouldn’t put it past his shiesty ass. I know one thing: he ain’t got to worry about me buying no more bud from his ass.” Alexis changed the subject. “Are you goin’ to the Summer Jammy-Jam on Friday?”
“You know I’m on punishment. I would have to sneak out, and plus, I don’t got nothin’ to wear. I don’t get any more money, and my dad cut up all my credit cards, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Well, wear somethin’ you already got,” Alexis recommended.
“Bitch, please! India Ariel Davenport wear somethin’ old to the biggest party of the year? I don’t think so.”
“I got an idea, since you don’t wanna wear nothin’ old to the Summer Jammy-Jam,” Alexis smirked.
“I hope it’s not somethin’ that’s gon’ land me in jail again.”
“Trust me, it won’t.”
“Davenport, you made bail,” the officer said. “Nice to see you again.” The chubby officer smiled at India. “You must like coming to jail.”
India rolled her eyes as she walked out of the cell and into her mother’s arms.
“Indy, how dare you shoplift!” Mrs. Davenport shouted.
“Mommy, I needed somethin’ to wear to the Summer Jammy-Jam and I didn’t have any money,” India whined, as the fake tears fell from her eyes.
“Why didn’t you just come to me for the money?”
India shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe you felt the same way about me as Daddy,” she lied.
“I could never feel that way about you, Indy. I’m so glad your father is out of town or he would disown the both of us. The judge not only extended your probation but now you have to report. Now, promise me that you will stay out of trouble,” Mrs. Davenport said as she and her daughter walked to the car.
“I promise, Mommy,” India said in a child-like voice.
India shook the old memories from her head as she pulled into the hospital parking lot.
“About time,” Alexis said, jumping into India’s fully loaded, brand new Infiniti QX56.
“Anyway, what did Ronald kick yo’ ass for this time?” India asked sarcastically.
“He thinks I’m messin’ around with David.”
India turned out of the hospital parking lot and looked over at Alexis. “I know you ain’t talkin’ about David that works at the barber shop over on Park Avenue.”
Alexis rubbed her temples before speaking. “No, I’m talkin’ about David that owns the barber shop on Park Avenue.”
“What would make him think a thing like that?” India asked as she drove.
“Because somebody told him they saw me and David talkin’.”
“Just ’cause he heard you was talkin’ to the nigga doesn’t mean you fuckin’ him. Ronald needs to grow the fuck up, and your stupid ass needs to leave his abusive ass alone.”
“I know. All me and David was talkin’ about was the latest CDs. I love Ronald but I know he ain’t no good for me or the kids.”
“You the type of bitch who thinks if a nigga is beating that ass on a regular basis, he loves you. You got the game twisted!” India shook her head, disgusted by the entire situation.
Alexis sighed heavily. “I’m gon’ leave him.”
India became angry. “When?”
“I don’t know when. I don’t have a man who owns his own cell phone company and every time I tell the nigga to jump, he ask how high. I’m sorry we all can’t be like India Ariel Davenport. I wish you would get the fuck off my back and leave me the fuck alone about my man. Now, I said I was gon’ leave his ass alone, I just don’t know when. Damn!”
India felt kind of sorry for her best friend. She knew Alexis wasn’t happy. But she kept trying to tell her to just pack Ronald’s shit, set it by the door, and when he came home, tell his black ass to get to steppin’! India and Alexis sat quietly for the next fifteen minutes while India drove. Once India pulled up in Alexis’s apartment complex, she put the truck in park, and sat there. The only noise that was coming from the radio was R. Kelly singing about being trapped in somebody’s closet.
Alexis put her hand on the door handle and smiled. “This song brings back a lot of memories, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, being trapped in Meeko’s closet,” India laughed.
“Thanks, India, for picking me up from the hospital.”
“Anytime. And, hey, are you fuckin’ David?” India inquired.
Alexis smiled before opening the truck door. “Naw, but I would love to.”
“You nasty, hefah!” India laughed.
Alexis waved her friend off and walked into her apartment. When she went in Ronald was lying on the sofa asleep with their son, R.J., lying beside him, and their daughter, Ro’nisha, lying on top of his chest. Alexis grabbed a cover out of the linen closet and covered all three of them up before walking into the bathroom to run herself some bath water. She took off her bloodstained Fetish T-shirt, slid out of her tight Fetish jeans, and gave herself a complete look-over in the mirror. Damn-girl, you look too good to be fuckin’ with a no-good, jealous-ass nigga like Ronald, she thought as she turned around and made her ass clap like she used to when she was a stripper. Alexis looked closely at her black eyes and busted lip as she stood in the mirror. I can’t hide this time.
Alexis was high yellow with light brown eyes. She kept the top of her hair cut really short while the back hung almost to the middle of her back. She bore a striking resemblance to Laila Ali but with a much better body. Alexis used to be a stripper at Club Bo-Bo’s. She stripped for extra money while she was going to college, but gave up stripping after she got pregnant with her firstborn. That’s where she had met Ronald. He was a frequent customer and would come in with a bunch of his friends every Friday night just in time to see Alexis, a.k.a. Lady Dynamite, perform. He kept Lady Dynamite’s G-string filled with fifties and hundreds while he threw the other girls a dollar or two. That made Lady Dynamite feel like she was that thang, like she was special. Now she wondered what she had done that made her not so special anymore.
India walked into her condo after dropping Alexis off at home, threw her see-through Coach bag on the sofa, and walked into the bedroom. I told you your ass wasn’t going anywhere. I can’t blame you for not wanting to leave all of this. India slid out of her sweatpants and T-shirt. She walked over to the bed, where Martell lay sleeping like a newborn baby. Martell had fallen asleep with his Armani dress pants unbuttoned and his left hand resting on his manhood. India smiled at her man. She picked up the remote that was laying on the marble nightstand and turned the television off. She climbed into bed, trying not to wake her knight in shining armor, and kissed his lips before straddling his well-built body. His eyes opened up as she rested her head on his chest. Martell wrapped his strong arms around his woman and they both fell soundly to sleep.
India called Keaundra as she brewed her daily pot of coffee. “Girl, let me tell you about Alexis,” she started as soon as Keaundra answered. “You know I had to pick her ass up from the hospital last night.”
“What the fuck happened to her? Don’t tell me, Ronald kicked that ass again, didn’t he?” Keaundra said, shaking her head.
“You guessed it!” India said as she poured coffee into her cup.
“I don’t know what her problem is. Ain’t no way I’m gon’ stay wit’ a nigga who whoops my ass like I’m his child. Alexis is twenty-three years old; she is too old to be gettin’ her ass kicked,” Keaundra said as she got dressed for work.
“I tried to tell her that,” India added.
“Well, while the bitch goin’ around perpin’ like she Laila Ali, she need to start actin’ like her and kick off in Ronald’s black ass.” Keaundra slid into her black Coach boots and checked her image in the full-length mirror that hung on her bedroom wall.
“Hush truth,” India laughed.
“I’m for real. She done been with this nigga for four years and he’s been kickin’ her ass the entire time,” Keaundra ranted.
“I know,” India agreed as she stuffed her college English book into her book bag.
“I just don’t get it, do you?”
“No, but maybe she’ll wake up one day.” India grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.
“I hope so.”
“Well, Keaundra, I’ll talk to you when I get outta class,” India said as she climbed into her truck and slammed the door.
Keaundra sighed heavily. “Okay, talk to you later.” Keaundra hung up the phone and sat back. She tried her best to come up with a plan to get Alexis away from Ronald, before she ended up in the same predicament as her own mother.
Keaundra walked into the Richland Bank where she was the head loan officer, and went straight to her office. She took off her coat and shook the snow from it before hanging it up on the coat rack. She then picked up her message notepad and briefly roamed over her messages. She went through the list and the only name she recognized was Alexis Tucker. She picked up her phone and quickly dialed Alexis’s telephone number.
“Hello?” the male voice answered.
Keaundra closed her eyes and counted to five.
“Hello?” he said again.
“Is Alexis home?” she asked Ronald.
“Naw, she’s at work, where yo’ ass need to be,” he said before hanging up the phone.
“Bitch!” Keaundra dialed the number to the dentist office where Alexis worked as a dental hygienist.
“Dr. Gavenstein’s office, may I help you?” the pleasant voice said on the other end of the line.
“Yes. May I please speak with Alexis Tucker?”
“Her patient is just leaving; if you can hang on for a brief moment I’ll call her to the phone,” the lady said in a professional tone.
“Is this Kay-Kay?” Keaundra asked.
“Yes, it is. May I ask whom I’m speaking with?” she asked, sounding like a white woman.
“Bitch, this is yo’ cousin, Keaundra. You sound just like a white girl on the phone, tryin’ to sound all professional and shit,” Keaundra laughed.
“Damn, you know I gotta answer these phones like that. All these white people I work around,” she whispered. “I really wish I could be like, this is the muthafuckin’ office of this white, racist, dickhead doctor Gavenstein,” Kay-Kay laughed too.
“You silly.”
“I’m for real. If I didn’t need the money, I would answer the phone just like that, ’cause some muthafuckas be talkin’ all disrespectful and shit. No matter how pleasant you are to them, there’s always one asshole that has to get all smart and shit.”
“Like Gran used to tell us: kill your enemies with kindness.”
“Fuck that, I be wantin’ to kill some of ’em with a thirty-eight special,” Kay-Kay stated.
“You crazy, girl. Is Alexis almost done talkin’?”
“Yep. Girl, you know I’m not the type to be gettin’ in anybody’s business, but what’s up wit’ yo’ girl and them dark-ass sunglasses she sportin’ up in here? You know this ain’t the first time she done wore sunglasses all day.”
“I don’t know, girl.” Keaundra replied, not wanting to put her best friend’s business out there.
“Here she is, and I’ll see you at Gran’s house on Sunday,” Kay-Kay said before handing Alexis the phone.
“Alexis here,” she said into the phone receiver.
“What’s up? I saw on my message pad that you called. Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, I called, but I can’t talk right now. The phone is off the hook.” She meant that somebody was all in her mouth.
“Look, Alexis, I know you can’t talk right now, so just listen to me. I already know about Ronald kickin’ yo’ ass last night.”
“Dang, India got a big-ass mouth.”
“Never mind that. We are sisters and we’re very concerned about you and them babies. You really need to leave Ronald’s ass alone before he end up killin’ you,” Keaundra suggested.
“I know,” Alexis said sadly.
“This nigga got you walkin’ around your job with sunglasses on. You a damn dental hygienist. How in the hell can you see in people’s mouths?”
Alexis shot Kay-Kay a dirty look. “Look, my next patient just walked in the door, I’ll talk to you when I get off work,” Alexis said, not wanting to hear any more of Keaundra’s nagging.
“We’re meeting over India’s house tonight for dinner, okay?”
“Okay, I’ll be over there as soon as I pick up the kids from daycare.”
Keaundra became angry. “Alexis, you mean to tell me that those babies are still in daycare, when Ronald’s ass don’t even have a job? What part of the game is that?”
“Bye, Ke-Ke.” Alexis hung up the phone before her best friend could say anything else.
Keaundra flipped open her cell and dialed India’s number. She didn’t want to use the company’s phone just in case someone was on the line listening to her conversation.
“What do you want, girl? You know I’m in my report writing class,” India whispered when she answered.
“This is an emergency!” Keaundra snapped.
“Hang on.” India raised her hand and pointed toward the door to let the professor know that she was going to the bathroom. India stood and walked out of the class. “Okay, I’m back. What’s the emergency?” she asked once she reached the bathroom.
“Girl, did you know that Alexis was still sending R.J. and Ro’nisha to the daycare?”
India was furious. “No way! Ronald’s punk ass ain’t workin’, how come he can’t keep his kids?”
“I don’t know. She all up in that damn dentist office wearing sunglasses and tryin’ to work.”
“Hell, naw. How you know?”
“I called her ass today, you know my cousin Kay-Kay is the receptionist there and she told me,” Keaundra stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
“We gon’ have to beat some sense into her.” India pulled up her skirt with one hand and held on to her cell phone with the other.
“Is that pee I hear in the background?”
“I couldn’t help it, I had to go,” India laughed.
“Anyway, I told her to meet me over your house later on for dinner.”
“And who’s cooking?”
“I’ll stop at Red Lobster and pick up a couple of shrimp platters for us,” Keaundra said as her secretary, Debbie, stuck her head in the door. “Hang on. Yes, Debbie?”
“You have someone out here waiting to see you.”
“Don’t you see me on the phone? Tell them to wait some more!” Keaundra snapped. Debbie held her head down and closed Keaundra’s office door.
“Damn, who was you talkin’ to like that?”
“Debbie’s dumb ass. She seen me on the phone when she stuck her big-ass head through my office door!” Keaundra snapped.
“Fuck that, you wouldn’t be talkin’ to me like that. If I was Debbie I would tell yo’ smart-ass mouth to meet me in the parking lot after work,” India laughed as she checked her makeup in the mirror.
Keaundra became serious. “Let the bitch try it and I’ma beat that ass.”
“Oh, well, some of us do have a job to do, so I’ll see you around five-thirty.”
“Okay, and don’t forget the shrimp sauce this time.”
“I won’t.” Keaundra hung up the phone and continued to work.
Alexis sat around the office looking through her charts. There were no more patients scheduled, so she decided to pick her kids up early from daycare and take R.J. to the barbershop to get a haircut.
“Kay-Kay, I’m leaving early, so if anybody calls me tell them I’m with a patient,” Alexis said as she put on her coat.
“Will do,” Kay-Kay replied as she turned up the radio and bobbed her head to Bobby Valentino’s “Slow Down.”
Alexis smiled and shook her head while walking out the door.
“Why you leavin’ so early?” Ronald asked as Alexis got into her car, nearly giving her a heart attack.
“What the fuck you doing sittin’ in my car, Ronald?” Alexis grimaced.
“You sho’ done got funny acting with yo’ shit. Ever since I got laid off from that punk-ass factory, everything is yours!” Ronald snapped.
Alexis rolled her eyes. “Ronald, I’m not in the mood to argue.”
“Where the fuck you on your way to?”
“I’m goin’ to get Kay-Kay and me some ice cream if you don’t mind,” Alexis lied.
“Ice cream in December? I bet’ not find out you lyin’ or I’ma kick yo’ ass.” Ronald looked at Alexis and smiled. “I’ll take you to the Dairy Queen and drop you back off ’cause I need to use the car.”
“For what, Ronald?”
“Oh, I can’t use yo’ ride? You know mine is broke down.”
Feeling that she was in a no-win situation, Alexis agreed to let Ronald use her car. She closed her eyes for a brief second and took a deep breath before driving to the Dairy Queen. She went in an ordered herself something, a banana split for Kay-Kay, and nothing for Ronald. She walked back to the car, noticing that Ronald had moved into the driver’s seat. She rolled her eyes, went around to the passenger’s side, and got in.
“Where my ice cream at?” Ronald asked.
“I didn’t know you wanted any.”
“Did you ask if I wanted any?” Ronald snapped.
“I never had to ask before.” Alexis rolled her eyes so hard she nearly passed out.
“Don’t get smart with me, bitch,” Ronald said as he pulled out of the Dairy Queen’s parking lot. Alexis was hotter than a firecracker as Ronald drove her back to work. When Ronald pulled up into the dentist’s parking lot, he looked over at Alexis. “I’ll be back to get you at five-thirty.”
“I get off at five, Ronald.”
“Daddy loves you,” he said mockingly.
Alexis looked at Ronald with disgust, got out of the car, and slammed the door behind her. She walked into the office and handed Kay-Kay the banana split she had bought for her.
“Thanks!” Kay-Kay said, taking the ice cream from her hand. “I thought you were done for the day?”
“There’s been a change in plans.” Alexis walked into her office and closed the door. She sat behind her desk in her big,
We hope you are enjoying the book so far. To continue reading...
In My Girls I Trust
Brandi Johnson
Copyright © 2024 All Rights Reserved
