Wifey 4 Life by Kiki Swinson Page B

Just tell me why the fuck
    you gritted on me like you got beef with me or something.”
    “I didn’t grit on you,” I lied.
    “Oh, so now I’m seeing things, huh?”
    “Kasey, go ahead on with that bullshit!” the other guy yelled
    out. “You see she ain’t trying to go there with you.”
    “Fuck that! She already went there!” she yelled.
    “Girl, sit your ass down,” the guy tying me up said.
    She sucked her teeth, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and tugged.
    “Oowww! What the fuck is your problem?” I screamed and gave her the nastiest expression
    I could muster. If I wasn’t tied up, and this nigga wasn’t standing between us,
    I would have smacked the hell out of her. With all the fucking mouth she had, she
    was really overdue for a good, old-fashioned beatdown, and I would have been the
    perfect candidate to give it to her.
    “You look at me again like you just did, then I’ma show you my
    problem.” Then she walked back over to the sofa and sat down.
    I was furious with that bitch! I really couldn’t say what the
    hell I wanted to, because I would’ve given her an earful. The fact that she grabbed
    and yanked on my hair really blew my fucking mind. She had balls the size of a man
    to do something like that. And the fact that I couldn’t do anything about it also
    blew my mind. But what else could I do?
    When this overgrown-ass nigga finished tying me back up, he grabbed
    the roll of gray electric tape to cover my mouth. I didn’t want that shit over my
    mouth again, so I said, “Please, I promise, I won’t say a word.”
    “Don’t listen to that shit, Dré. Tape her ass up!” Kasey said.
    Dré looked over at the other guy. “What’s up? Put the tape back
    on or what?”
    The other guy was rolling marijuana into some blunt paper, and
    it seemed like he didn’t want to be bothered with any of the decision-making. He
    looked at Dré.
    “Nigga, I don’t care what you do.”
    Getting the green light to do whatever he wanted, Dré decided
    not to tape my mouth again.
    Kasey made it known she was pissed. “Try to yell one time, bitch,
    and I’ma personally fuck you up!”
    After she made that comment, I didn’t bother to look her way.
    I was more focused on how I was going to get out of this hellhole. I wanted to live
    another day, so my mind was on figuring out a way to escape the jaws of death.
    I had no idea why they were holding me captive, or who they were holding me for.
    I needed answers, and the way my captors were acting, I didn’t think I was gonna
    get them anytime soon.
    Now, I knew that sorry-ass Tony set me up, and that the money
    Dré gave him was the payoff for delivering me. So wherever that bastard was, I hoped
    the next time he stepped foot outside his car, he got run over. What he did to me
    was really foul. No matter how I felt about someone, I wouldn’t serve them up to
    get killed, unless they did something to put me in harm’s way. Like my dead husband
    Ricky and his partner Russ.
    Ricky wanted me dead because I wouldn’t help him set up Papi.
    And Russ’s crooked ass robbed me of all my life’s savings, purchased a fucking
    Bentley, and then when I ran into him and confronted him, he pulled out a pistol
    on me. Now how fucked-up was that?
    But my problem was, I was too damn forgiving and trusting. I
    let people fuck me over at least twenty times before I left them alone completely.
    And that was just plain crazy. Who did that? I couldn’t say where I got that mentality,
    but that wasn’t how I should be. I mean, look at the situation I was in now. I was
    too fucking trusting of Tony. I allowed that lowlife-ass nigga to serve me up to
    these other lowlives. Who knew what plans they had for me? Whatever they were, I
    knew it wouldn’t be pretty.
    Someone knocked on the front door, and my heart damn near
    leaped out of my fucking chest. I figured maybe whoever it was had come there for
    me.
    Kasey hopped up from the sofa and raced to the front door. Before
    the