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  I Choose You

  Part 2

  Ready For Whatever

  A Novel By

  Diamond Johnson

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  Acknowledgements

  First off, I would like to thank God for even giving me the ability to have the talent of writing. I believe in Philippians 4:13, which says, “I can do all things through Christ Jesus who strengthens me.” There were times when I didn’t want to continue writing this book, because I didn’t think it would be good enough. I started working on I Choose You in January 2014, and ended up stopping due to school. Honestly, I pushed myself so hard to finish this book and to finally have it out. I won’t say that it was an easy journey, because Lord knows that it wasn’t.

  To my amazing parents, thank you for believing in me as well and for not doubting me when I came to you guys with the idea of writing my very own book. I love you guys so much.

  To my sisters that supported me with the idea of finally putting my writing skills to good use, thanks for believing in me.

  And lastly, to my readers, I hope you all enjoy this book as much I enjoyed writing it. I’m doing this for you guys. Keep an eye out for Diamond Johnson–this is only the beginning, I have so much up my sleeve for you guys.

  “Keep in mind that I’m an artist

  And I’m sensitive about my shit.”

  -Erykah Badu

  Authors Note:

  First off, let me start by saying that this series is just a re-release my previous “I Choose You” series. I was given the opportunity to have Leo Sullivan publish me, and of course I jumped at the opportunity. I believe you guys will enjoy this book because I took my time and gave it my all.

  I hope you guys enjoy!

  Chapter 1: Otis

  It was one clock in the morning, and a nigga was just getting home from the club. God knows I was tired as fuck. I was supposed to go pick up my baby from Ka’lani’s house, but since I got in so late, I ended up sending Ka’lani a text letting her know that I would pick her up in the morning sometime. As I made my way inside of my house, I noticed something was off. Number one, all the damn lights in the house were off, and I knew for a fact Tisha ass wouldn’t have the house that dark with her scary ass. I took the stairs leading me to my bedroom, and when I entered the room I noticed that Tisha’s ass wasn’t even home. Last time I heard from her was this afternoon, telling me that she would be a little late coming home, which is why I had to drop Harmony over at Ka’lani’s in the first place. Now I know for a fact Tisha’s ass wasn’t at no damn salon at one in the fuckin morning.

  I pulled out my cell phone and called her ass, only for it to go straight to voicemail. I told her hardheaded ass time and time again about turning off her fuckin phone! I walked out of our bedroom and checked everywhere in the house, just to make sure her ass wasn’t somewhere in there. After coming up empty handed, I started to think something wasn’t right. Now when you think about it, Tisha didn’t call me or text me while I was at the club, begging me to come home like she did every night. Hmm, something was definitely going on!

  I was downstairs in the den pacing back and forth, waiting for her to call me back. I swear sometimes Tisha could really do some stupid shit. If she knew her ass was going to out after she left the salon, all she had to do was tell a nigga! I hate sneaky shit like that, and now I can’t even go snatch her ass up if I wanted to because her damn phone is off, so I don’t know where the fuck she’s at! I decided to call Ka’lani to see if she knew where Tisha’s ass was at. I dialed her number, and she answered on the third ring.

  “Hello?” she answered, sounding out of breath. I don’t even want to know what the fuck Ka’lani was up to.

  “What’s up Lani? Have you heard from Tisha today?” I asked, trying not to worry her or myself.

  “Yeah, I was with her earlier when she went to get the tattoo. She said she had to go into the salon today, but that was earlier. Is everything alright?” Lani asked, and I could hear the panic in her voice.

  “I been calling her for the past thirty minutes and her phone keep going to voicemail. I don’t know where the hell she is,” I said.

  “Well did you drive by the salon?” Lani asked.

  “No because I know for a fact that her ass ain’t at no damn salon at one in the morning,” I said.

  “Just ride by there and check it out, because there’s nights when we don’t leave out of there until midnight, so she might still be there. Let me know what happens when you get there too,” Ka’lani told me.

  “Alright I’m on my way over there now,” I told her, hanging the phone up.

  On the way to the salon, all type of fuckin thoughts were going through my damn head. Since Tisha’s ass been with me, the latest she would have stayed at the salon was maybe 11:30; never have she been there this late. Even though I was going to the salon, deep down inside I knew she wasn’t there. I mean, that shit just wasn’t starting to add up at all to me.

  Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the salon and all of the lights were off inside. The gate was locked and everything, and there wasn’t any cars parked in the parking lot. I just sat there in the parking lot, looking over my surroundings. I looked in my rearview mirror, and that’s when I saw Tisha’s white Range Rover parked across the street. I shut the car off and headed over there. As I neared the car, all type of crazy ass thoughts were running through my mind. I went to the driver’s side and I noticed there was a dent on that side. I reached to open the door, and surprisingly the shit opened. I looked inside and nothing looked out of place to me. I closed the door and turned around, and that’s when I noticed Tisha’s iPhone on the ground, shattered into pieces. I picked it up and examined it. I knew it was hers because of the pink and gold Chanel case.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I asked myself.

  I walked back over to my car, with the phone in my hand, and headed to the driver’s side. After I started the car back up, I headed over to Ty’s and Ka’lani’s house. I’m not gon’ lie, at first I was thinking maybe her ass just went out for drinks with her friends, but now that shit was looking real fuckin suspect to me.

  Pulling up to Ty’s crib, I parked the car and got out. I walked up to the doorstep and rang the doorbell. Damn near ten minutes later, Ty’s ass came to the door only wearing a pair of basketball shorts with no shirt. It wasn’t until I looked down that I noticed this nigga had a damn gun in his hand.

  “Nigga your ass was about to get shot the fuck up,” he said, laughing.

  I shrugged his ass off and stepped inside of the house.

  “Baby who is it at the door?” Ka’lani asked, coming down the stairs in a tank and some pajama pants.

  “Didn’t I tell your hard headed ass to stay in the bed and don’t move?” Ty asked her.

  She paid his ass no attention as she walked in my direction, “What happened, Otis? Was she over there?” she asked with alarm in her voice.

  “Naw, she wasn’t there but her car was parked across the street. I found this on the ground too” I said, handing her the
phone.

  “Oh my God!” Ka’lani screamed. I knew for a fact she started thinking the worst. Tisha was her girl and just as much as Tisha talked to me, she talked to Ka’lani. Hell, I think her ass talked to Ka’lani more than me.

  “Bae chill,” Ty told Lani, wrapping his hands around her waist. She continued to cry and I looked on, because I didn’t want to start shedding tears like a bitch. My gut instinct was telling me something was going on, and that Tisha really needed me right then. I don’t know what it was, but I could feel it.

  “Try calling Kyla and Tamika and see if they heard from her since they was at the shop with her earlier,” Ty told Ka’lani once she had calmed down a little bit. She nodded her head and went up the stairs. That gave me and Ty some time to discuss what was going on.

  “What you thinking man? Because whatever you got planned, I want in on it. That’s sis right there, so I’m willing to do whatever,” Ty let me know.

  “I don’t even know what to think right now. All I know is this shit looking real suspect to me. I didn’t say it while Lani was down here because I didn’t want to scare her, but when I saw Tisha’s car it was a big ass dent on the driver’s side. Looked like somebody might have slammed her ass into the car. She probably tried grabbing her phone and that’s how the shit ended up broken on the damn ground,” I said.

  “Damn, yeah that shit do sound real suspect. Do sis got any beef with any of these bitches out here? I mean I know a lot of hoes can’t stand her or the girls, but I mean do anybody just personally don’t like her? And can you think of anyone crazy enough to do this shit?” Ty asked me. I sat there thinking, and that’s when Marshae’s crazy ass popped up in my mind.

  “Only bitch I can think of is Marshae’s dumb ass,” I let him know.

  “We out then,” Ty said, standing up. He went upstairs to go change while I waited on the couch.

  “Tamika and Kyla said that they haven’t heard from Tisha since they were at the shop earlier. They said that they left before she did,” Ka’lani said, coming into the den.

  I blew out a frustrated breath and just shook my head. I told Tisha time and time again, if she had to close the shop that she needed to close with somebody. She didn’t need to be doing that shit by herself. But like the bull headed woman she was, she paid my ass no attention.

  “Alright nigga, let’s go,” Ty said, coming into the den.

  “Where are y’all going?” Lani asked.

  “To go get my girl,” I told her, and she nodded her head.

  A minute later, we were out the door and in the car. I swear to God if a hair was even out of place on Tisha, I was killing any motha fucka standing. Everybody knew how I was when it came to my fuckin woman, so why would they feel the need to test me? I have no fuckin idea. The drive to Marshae’s crib was a quiet one. All I kept thinking about was revenge, and hopefully Marshae’s ass was the one that had something to do with this, because if it wasn’t her then I don’t know what the fuck it was that I was going to do. Lord give me strength!

  Chapter 2: Tisha

  Where the fuck am I? I opened my eyes and tried to see where the hell I was, but it was pitch black in this room. My hands and legs were tied up, so there was no way possible I could even get comfortable on the cold ass floor. All I remember was leaving the shop, walking to my car and someone coming up behind me, and then it was lights out for me. I can’t lie, I’m scared as fuck right now. What if I never get to see my baby again? I can’t help but think that if I die in this room, then I will fail as a mother. The one promise that I had made to my daughter, which was to always be there for her and to be the best mother that I can be, I had broken.

  “Help!”

  “Somebody help me!” I yelled from the top of my lungs. I continued to yell for about five minutes straight. Tears were pouring from my cheeks, because I had frustrated myself to the point where I just started crying. I was working myself up in here, and I needed to just calm my ass down.

  A few minutes later, the door opened and the lights turned on. I was hoping someone was coming to save me so I could get the fuck from out of here. I knew Otis was pissed off by now because he couldn’t get in touch with me. I hope that he noticed that something was going on and that he was out looking for me, because a bitch is scared as fuck right now.

  “Bitch shut the fuck up,” this Beans look alike said, coming closer to where I was. This nigga looked fuckin crazy, so I shut my ass up and didn’t say shit else. Crazy because not much scared me, but this big motha fucka right here had me about to piss my damn pants–I was that fuckin scared of him. I don’t know if it was because he was so ugly, or the fact that he was so big and he looked deadly.

  For some reason, I just knew I was going to die here tonight. I mean, why the hell would he kidnap me only to let my ass go? Niggas wasn’t cooperating like that when they snatched up females! I done read too many Urban Fiction books, so I already know how this is going to fuckin play out. Most times when females get into a situation like this, they ass get raped and then killed. I put my head down and said a silent prayer, asking God to protect me.

  “Well well well, we meet again,” I heard a familiar voice say, entering the room.

  I looked up and guess who the fuck it was? Marshae! It was the first time that I actually looked at this bitch, and I could tell that something was seriously wrong with this bitch. She took joy seeing me tied up like this. Damn, so this her all along! Wow, I never would have guessed it because it was like she just fuckin disappeared after my girls and I had jumped her. Then when you think about it, I wonder if she was the one all along playing on my damn phone, because I kept saying that I thought it was a bitch who was just disguising her voice. Fuck! All of this could have been avoided if I had just told Otis when she started calling private.

  “Bitch for real?” I asked, looking at this bitch in pure fuckin disgust. Yes, I know she has an advantage over me right now being as though I was tied up, but I’m not about to go out like no weak bitch in front of her. God knows I want to start crying, but hell no, I wasn’t gon’ do it!

  “Bitch did you really think I would let you and your little friends jump me and get away with it?” she asked, walking closer to me.

  When she was standing directly in my face, she squatted down and slapped the shit out of me. Again and again. I would not give this bitch the satisfactory to see me cry, even though I could feel that my lip had been busted. Those slaps were getting the best of me, but I couldn’t go out like a sucker.

  “You doing all of this for what? We jumped you months ago and you just now want your revenge!” I asked with a mouth full of blood, because eventually the slaps turned into punches.

  “Bitch you took what’s mine, so you got to go,” she said, looking fuckin deranged. This bitch was crazy as hell to think Otis was hers. That nigga was never hers in the fuckin first place. I swear these bitches get some dick and feel like they entitled to some shit. When will these side bitches learn that all they were good for is some pussy?

  “Bitch you are stupid as hell to think my nigga want you. Otis told me about you already. You ain’t nothing but a fuckin hoe. Yo ass done been passed around, flipped, and pushed by all the homies,” I started laughing. You know what they say, you got to laugh to keep from crying. God knows I wanted to break down and cry right now, because I knew for a fact that this was it for me. I could see the hate and envy that this bitch had in her eyes towards me. Crazy that this bitch allows me to have all that power over her when she don’t even fuckin know me from a can of paint.

  Before I knew it, this bitch started chocking the shit out of me, trying to fuckin kill my ass. The man that was standing in the room walked over to pull her from off of me.

  “Alright Marshae, that’s enough,” he told her, which surprised the hell out of me. Shit, I thought he would be cheering her ass on, telling her to choke me harder with his scary looking ass.

  When she eventually got off me, we heard a doorbell ring. I prayed to God someone
was coming to save me.

  “Who the fuck is at the door?” the man barked.

  “Nigga I don’t fuckin know,” Marshae said, looking spooked as hell.

  “I’m going to go answer it–if this bitch fuckin attempts to move, I want you to blow her fuckin head off,” Marshae told him.

  She left out the room, and it was just me and him left. He sat on the chair with the gun resting on his lap.

  “God please let that be Otis at the door,” I said to myself.

  Chapter 3: Marshae

  I had every fuckin intention on killing this bitch right here tonight. I had been planning this shit for months now, and I finally had her ass right in my fuckin basement. I guess I should have did it somewhere else, but I couldn’t think of another spot. I didn’t want no one to know about it except for me and my brother Tony. I told him that I would give him five hundred dollars if he was to help me kidnap her ass. Earlier, I had been parked outside her salon for the longest, waiting for her to come to her car. She finally walked out by herself, which was perfect and I put my plan to motion. I didn’t see anyone else coming from the salon, so that’s when Tony knocked her ass out and threw her in his truck.

  We had her tied up in the basement since then. I couldn’t fuckin stand that bitch. In the midst of this hoe being about to die, she was still popping off at the fuckin mouth. I was about to kill her ass right there, until I heard a knock at the door. I closed the door to the basement and went downstairs to see who was at my door. When I got to the door, I saw Otis and his boy Ty standing there.

  “Oh shit, oh shit,” I kept repeating.

  I couldn’t just fuckin leave and pretend I wasn’t here, because I’m pretty sure he saw me when I moved the blind to look out, and plus my car was parked in the damn driveway. I stood there for a minute and tried to relax, so when I opened the door, I wouldn’t look suspicious. I mean he couldn’t know that I had her, because I haven’t seen Otis in a while, so why would he think that I would have something to do with the disappearance of his wife? Yeah, maybe he didn’t know! He’s probably coming over because he stopped playing and realized that it was me that he wanted to be with all along. I can’t help but think would did he have Ty with him, though. Hmm, maybe he wanted him to be a witness to him professing his love to me. Yeah, that was it. Look at me, getting all nervous for nothing when all he wanted to do was come by and tell me that he loved me.