Straight Talk No Chaser...

It's a #writerwednesday and I'm sharing a snippet from BeJeweled: A Beautiful Blend! Ladies, the fellas are getting together today and having straight talk no chaser! There are no filters today.

Let's be a fly on the wall and here what they have to say abut the "womenfolk."

EXCERPT_CHAPTER_SAVING WESLEY:

A knock at the door disturbed their conversation. They both looked at one another to determine who would answer it; nodding their head in agreement, they called out in unison, “Come in.”

The door swung open, and in walked Eric, Ali, and another good friend named Ricky.

James got up from his recliner and walked up to Ricky.

“Wassup, my man. I ain’t seen you in a minute,” James greeted Ricky with a large smile, giving what the fellas called ‘dap’, clasping their right hands together and pulling towards one another in a half-hug. James exchanged pound with Eric and Ali, too, before reclaiming his seat in his recliner.

“Nothin’ much, boss man. Just clocking the dollars,” Ricky replied. “I thought I needed to make an appearance to check on my cat over here.” Ricky walked towards Wesley and smiled at him as they gave dap.

“Wassup, cap, we got a prez for ya, my nig,” Eric said. “Give it to ‘im, Ali.” He gestured to a bag Ali was holding in his hands. Ali sat the bag on the coffee table where Wesley previously had his feet propped up.

“Yeah, man, we figured you needed this to complete the role. You can’t do a proper job without it,” Ali said, reaching into the bag.

“Man, what y’all fools tripping on?” Wesley smiled. Looking around the room, he could tell everyone was in on whatever was going on, including James who sat in his recliner with a smug look on his face.

“Well, since you wanted to be Cap’n Sav-A…we figured you needed the cape to go with it,” Eric teased. Ali pulled a red cape out of the bag with an “S” engraved on the back. All the fellows fell out laughing, except Wesley.

“Oh, okay, y’all got jokes, now. I see, I see.” Wesley looked at each one of the men.

“Wassup, brother? I hear you’ve got yourself a DV run away,” Ricky stated.

“Oh, so, that’s why you finally came to holla at yo’ peeps. We ain’t seen you in months, cuz that job keep you on lock down, and now you pop up. So, they sent you to rescue me?” Wesley teased back.

Ricky nodded his head. “Man, they desperate and hoping I can talk some sense into you.”

“And you figure you can, huh?” Wesley asked, looking at his friend, Ricky.

“Yeah, boy. We ain’t tryna’ have you go out like that. We ain’t ready to lose our boy. ‘Specially not over no woman.” Ricky shook his head.

“Man, I’m like Everlast; I ain’t going nowhere.” Wesley patted his hand against his chest.

“I hear ya, man, but that ain’t what James said. He told us you losing it, man. Wassup with you going to ol’ girl’s apartment, staking it out to see her man? What was you gon’ do, boy? You can’t roll up on nobody like that, especially when you ain’t got yo’ boys having yo’ back. You don’t know what you rolling up into. What if ol’ dude was packing heat? Then what? And the saddest part about it, man, she gonna be sittin’ up here, talking ‘bout how things got out of hand and she didn’t mean for it to go down like that. Do you really think we gon’ be tryin’ to hear that? You forgot about my ordeal, huh?” Ricky asked.

Ali, Eric, and James sat quietly while the two men engaged in the conversation.

“Na’ll, man, I ain’t forgot,” Wesley mumbled quietly, feeling like a chastised child.

“Good, and don’t you ever forget. Cuz when Gina’s husband, Doug, came up in my place and shot me cuz his woman wouldn’t come back home, I thought my life was over. Not because he shot to kill, cuz he didn’t. I was hurt, boy. I lost my damn mind during those months. I couldn’t believe she gave him the key I had given her and let this dude walk up in my place like that. She didn’t even call to warn me. When he left her job that day headed to my crib, she didn’t do shit. She just let it go down, talkin’ ‘bout he said he was just coming to talk to me. Kinda shit is that? Then to top it off, she go back home to ‘im, talkin’ bout they gon’ work on they marriage. Then she had the nerve to be mad at me when his ass went down for that shit! Talkin’ ‘bout, I didn’t have to press charges. I didn’t. I ain’t no bitch ass nigga. I was going back for mine. Neighbors called the folks and told ‘em what happened. That’s how his ass got caught. I’m tellin’ you, ain’t no woman worth all that. I don’t care what her story is. If she can’t get a divorce first, she ain’t for you, man.”

“She a good girl though, man. She just need somebody to protect her.” Wesley knew his heart was gone. At this point, there wasn’t anything Wesley would not do to protect Nikki.

“That’s her husband, dawg. And that’s her story to you. You don’t know what they going through. She could be telling you anything. Heffas be scheming.” Eric chuckled.

“All I know is she can’t stay here,” James repeated.

The doorbell rang again at that moment and Ali popped up from his spot on the floor and went to answer it. When he opened the door, he rubbed his hands together, smiling, looking at her rear assets. He just needed her to turn around to make sure the face matched the rest of her.

“Good eeeveninng…what can I do for you!” he exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together.

Disappointment took over his features when she turned around sporting a swollen belly.

She smiled back at him and said, “I’m here to see Wesley.”

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BeJeweled: A Beautiful Blend

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