"I'll leave your house, Karri! Let me leave you with this, though. Don't call me when that nigga leaves you. Trust me, that shit is coming, and I'm going to laugh in your face. The audacity of you to talk to me like you done lost your fucking mind! The JaKarri I know would be kicking ass and taking names, not letting some nigga with a house full of bitches treat you like shit." She walked out of the room, and I was happy. My mother was wrong on all levels. The things that she was saying about Champ wasn't cool. I blame myself, though. I've let the shit go on for far too long. The worst thing I could have ever done was put my mother in my business. The biggest mistake women make is putting other people in their relationship, which opens up doors for people to talk shit and tell your business. Yeah, I learned I valuable lesson.
"You don't have to tell me. Look, put my number in your phone. We need to go out for lunch or something. I'm so glad I saw you today. Honestly, seeing you has so many memories flooding in my mind." "What are you thinking about? How we used to rob the fucking guests blind? Man, when Casanova found that shit out, he went crazy and fired our asses. Thank God for Champ giving us a second chance. Your luck was even better. You ended up marrying his ass. I'm gone be sure to catch up with you friend. I miss your crazy ass." We exchanged numbers and a quick hug before she walked away. For a minute, I stood in the hallway and thought back to my old life. The fucked-up life I had before Champ. I got a housekeeping job here at the hotel through a second chance program after getting out of prison. I was once a scheming, scamming-ass bitch.
That luck eventually ran out when I got hit with a five-year sentence. After three years, I was released. My parole officer got me a job at the Denali Hotel. That's when I met Jazzy.
We clicked 'cause our asses were both criminals. We both were stealing shit from the hotel guests. It went on for about a year before Casanova figured out that we were the culprits. I thought he was going to kill our asses. Champ stepped in and gave us a second chance. The moment he did that, I knew he was built diff That luck eventually ran out when I got hit with a five-year sentence. After three years, I was released. My parole officer got me a job at the Denali Hotel. That's when I met Jazzy.
We clicked 'cause our asses were both criminals. We both were stealing shit from the hotel guests. It went on for about a year before Casanova figured out that we were the culprits. I thought he was going to kill our asses. Champ stepped in and gave us a second chance. The moment he did that, I knew he was built differently.
"You and Chevy would both be dead if we didn't care. Now pack your shit.
We have a flight to catch. Fix your face. I promise I'm going to make things right with us, but you have to give me a chance." "I'll go, but not for you. I'm going to see if I can talk some sense into my sister." Chevelle stomped away and continued to rant about the situation.
"Let's get some shit straight right now! I'm married to Champ, not you bitches! I'm not trying to be a part of this trio you all got going on.
Honestly, the goal for me is to steer clear of this little setup you all have going on. Yeah, it's cute and all, but not my cup of tea. I guarantee you my marriage to him will be totally different and separate from yours."
It was obvious he had a lot on his plate with having to take care of his kids. That part was totally understandable. Their mother needs her ass whooped. What type of mother abandons her children without a care in the world? Her ratchet ass. I'm not surprised, though. JaKarri looked like the type that loses her mind behind some nigga. Nothing is worse than a mother who can't be a parent because she's on bad terms with the father. I do not condone domestic violence, but the bitch definitely needs a foot up her ass.
My legs became weak looking at the police officer who had a big ass gun pressed into Champ's chest. "Dolla!
You're dead! This has got to be a dream!" My heart was beating so fast, and I had become dizzy as fuck. "Nah, Heavy Chevy. It's me. However, Dolla is who I used to be. These days, I go by Damoni! Did you miss me?" He smiled at me, and I passed out from shock.