Side Chic 4 (Forever Ratchet) Read Online Free PDF Page A

phone to my ear and waited for her to answer. She answered after several rings, sounding tired and out of breath.
                  “Hey…sorry it took so long to answer. We are just getting back home.” She explained.
                  “I’m in Danville, on my way to your crib now.” I hung up because I really didn’t feel like hearing her voice. I reached in the console that was between the seats and took out my cigarettes. I lit one up and focused my attention on the road so I could give Tyson the directions to Lala’s house.
                  “Tre, I’ve been doing some thinking on the drive man.” Tyson started. “More than likely they done locked that nigga up by now. So what do you plan to do?”
                  I looked over at him. That thought had crossed my mind as well. When I’d initially called him and asked him for his gun, I hadn’t thought about how long it was going to take us to actually make it to Danville. I’d been reacting out of anger. “I don’t know but he’d better hope like hell that they have him locked up because if they let him out his ass is mine.” I answered truthfully. “To be perfectly honest with you. The way that I am feeling Lala’s ass could get it at this point.”
              I saw his head snap around in my direction like he couldn’t believe the words that had just come from my mouth. “W-what? What do you mean, Lala could get it?” He asked glancing at the road and then back at me. A look of confusion covered his face as he tried to concentrate on the road and look at me at the same time. “Man, I understand that you are upset but you are buggin’ now. I ain’t bring no gun for you to use on your babymama. For that fuck boy…yeah…but her…hell nah!”
                  “Yo, get over in the left lane and make this left up here at the light.” I instructed.
              He did as he was told but he wasn’t letting go of my last statement easily. “Tre, I know that she made a fucked up decision by leaving your kids with that nigga but it ain’t her fault. It’s his fault, he knew better! I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be upset with her but not to the point where you are talking reckless.”
                  “Make another left right up here after you pass this gas station.” I continued to ignore what he was saying about Lala. In my opinion Lala wasn’t shit and her life didn’t mean shit to me!
                  “Tre, do you hear what I am saying?” He raised his voice but I didn’t reply I just looked straight ahead. He stopped on brakes in the middle of the street causing the tires to screech and both of us to jerk forward. Luckily, I was wearing my seat belt.
                  “What the fuck is wrong with you, yo?” I roared reaching over and shoving him in the chest! Car horns blared from behind us.
                  He shoved me back hard in the chest! “I asked you a motherfuckin’ question? Did you hear anything that I was saying to you? I am not about to take you over here to this girl’s house and be partially responsible for you fucking her up!” He barked pointing a finger in my face.
                  “Either drive this motherfucka or you can get the fuck out and I will drive it my gotdamn self! Fuck that bitch!” I banged my fist on the dashboard! “She is responsible for that nigga touching my baby and if you ask me, she is just as much to blame as him!”
                  The cars behind us were blowing their horns relentlessly. He started to drive again slowly. “Tre, you need to calm down and think rationally before you do something that you may regret. I understand that you are upset and I would be too.” I could hear the sympathy in his voice. I knew without a doubt that he was saying all of the things that he was out of love for me. He was in the car