From the moment Dolcè Govan could walk and talk, his parents knew they’d birthed a star. His passion and knack for music, acting and art turned him into a child star when he got his first job in a commercial at the age of eleven. He was a natural talent excelling in not only acting, art, and music but also sports such as: track, football, basketball, boxing, and karate. By the age of thirty, Dolcè had taken the entertainment and business world by storm becoming one of the youngest multimillionaire moguls in the world. Soon fame and business began to take an illegal turn with mafia ties, racketeering, murder, and so much more involved which lead to the murder of Dolcè at the age of thirty-nine.
Dolcè’s death didn’t only leave millions of fans and admirers to grieve—he also left behind a heap of family including his seven children and three women who loved him: Prada Govan: his wife and mother to their four children. Stoney Logan: his ex and mother to two of his sons. Hazel Washington: Prada’s younger cousin and mother of Dolcè’s youngest son. Jumping from the 1990’s to 2019, this story highlights and traces the life and secrets of Dolcè Govan leading up to the night of his tragic death as Prada is left to fill the void of losing the only man she ever loved and deal with the drama from the two other women she shared apart of him with.
Prada, Stoney, and Hazel each loved Dolcè for different reasons but can they learn to share him in death? Will the person behind Dolcè’s murder be brought to justice?
Is Dolcè really dead or is this just a game of cat and mouse? This is the life and secrets of the late and great Dolcè Govan.
It was around midnight and I was awakened by the sound of Dolcè’s phone constantly going off on the nightstand. He was in a dead sleep so he didn’t seem to hear a thing, but constant chime of the phone was annoying the hell out of me. Sighing softly, I reached over him and grabbed the phone, noticing a text message notification on the screen. I wanted to turn the phone off and just leave it, but my heart of hearts told me to open the message. And I did just that only to see it was a message from Stoney.
Stoney: Baby, can you please just stop ignoring me? Please, I’ll do whatever you want me to, I just need to see you. I love you and I don’t want to lose you. I need you so badly, Dolcè please just talk to me and tell me what I did wrong.
I scoffed and shook my head because this bitch is pathetic! I scrolled through their recent texts to find similar messages with her begging him to come see her, but he always responded with no. To think, I almost felt sorry for this girl once again, but she’s crossing the line and I think it’s time I remind her just who the hell I am. Because she clearly has forgotten.
Me: Meet me at La Bella tomorrow for lunch around one and we can talk about all of this then.
Stoney: I’ll see you there. I love you, Dolcè.
Not bothering to reply, I closed the messages and laid the phone back on the nightstand before cuddling next to Dolcè. Stoney is going to be in for a surprise come tomorrow and I just hope she’s ready. The next day I awoke feeling well rested and ready for the day. I tended to my normal routine of cooking breakfast for my husband and my children before sending them on their way. Dolcè decided to drop DJ, Goddess, and Majesty off at summer camp, then he and Magic were going to have a daddy-daughter day. He had no idea that I was going to be meeting Stoney at La Bella and I was thankful that he didn’t because I know he would’ve done everything in his power to keep me from going to meet her.
After eating and cleaning, I showered and got myself dressed in a custom tailored black Gucci pantsuit, patent leather Christian Louboutin red bottom heels, and priceless gold accessories. I removed the silver pins from the custom unit that I was wearing and let the thick curls fall to the middle of my back in loose flowing waves which I covered with a black wide brimmed hat. I painted my lips with a dangerous yet alarming red lipstick and shielded my eyes behind a pair of dark Cartier shades. My attire, my demeanor—everything about me screamed ‘Been the boss and will forever be that motherfucking boss.’ I meant business and was very intimidating, but it wasn’t done consciously. I’m just who I am—Prada Desiree Govan. I grabbed the keys to my Audi along with my black leather Gucci purse and made my way downstairs, running into Dolcè as he was coming up.
“I thought you were out having a day with Magic,” I said as I stared at him from behind my dark lenses.
“Yeah, I am. I just came to pick up some important papers that Carter needed for an important meeting he has today. Where you headed looking like the plug’s wife?” He asked, kissing my cheek.
“I have a last minute meeting with my realtor to check out a location for my new shop.” I lied to him.
“Oh okay, cool. I don’t want you to be late for your meeting, so I’ll see you later tonight. I love you…be safe.”
“I love you too.” I said as I watched him ascend the stairs before heading out the door to my car. I sent Miko a wave as I slid inside the car, pulled around the circular driveway and out the front gates onto the road.
When I got to the restaurant, I was escorted to a private area of the restaurant that I’d reserved just for this little occasion. I ordered myself a glass of the most expensive and finest red wine that was on the menu while I awaited Stoney’s arrival. While waiting, I had a million thoughts going through my mind just thinking about what I would say or even do to this girl while staring at my lipstick smeared on the long stemmed glass.
“Excuse me, my name is Stoney Logan. I’m here for a reservation made by Dolcè Govan.” I heard Stoney say to the hostess outside of the area that I had reserved.
“Ah yes! We’ve been expecting you Miss Logan, follow me right this way,” the hostess responded.
Seconds later, the curtain pushed back and she lead Stoney straight into the lions den and left her there. The shock on her face when I looked up from my wine glass and peered at her from behind my shades was enough to make me laugh out loud. She looked pitiful and probably felt dumb as hell.
“P-Prada, what are you doing here? I’m supposed to be meeting—“
“Dolcè right?” I asked and she nodded slowly.”Yeah, no sweetie. You’re supposed to be meeting me seeing as I’m the one who sent you the text from his phone last night. Please Stoney, have a seat and let’s chat…woman to woman.” I said as I slowly removed the shades from my face.
She glanced around nervously while clutching her purse tightly as if she’d heard a mugger was in the area. “Listen Prada, I don’t know what’s—“
“We can handle this like women or I can make this very hard for you,” I said to her. “Have a seat, Stoney! You know exactly what this is all about. I know all about your affair with Dolcè, but at this point, I’m more interested in the things that I don’t know about the affair. Things that I won’t ask him because I know he’ll talk his way out of telling me. But, I know you’ll tell me everything that I need to know. Now, sit!” I demanded as she stared at me like I had lost my mind.
After a few seconds, she finally pulled out the empty chair and sat across from me as she stared down at her hands nervously. It was like our first meeting all over again, except this time Dolcè wasn’t here to keep the peace and he had no knowledge of the meeting because I’d already deleted the information from his phone.
I leaned back in my seat and chuckled lightly. “You know on the ride over here and while I waited for you to arrive, I honestly did a lot of thinking. About what I would do when I finally saw you. I’ve actually been thinking about it since the night he came home and I confronted him about the affair. I mean that’s after I heard you threatening to tell me about everything.
I wondered would I rip your fucking head off for pretending to be my friend for all these years. I wondered would I revert back to my old ways and stomp your ass out right in this restaurant because you of all people knew what I was dealing with from him. The possibilities and options were endless because I know I would’ve gotten away with it all. But now that you’re sitting here before me and I’m really looking at you, I almost feel sorry for you.” I said and her head immediately shut up as she glared at me.
“Excuse me? What exactly do you mean you almost feel sorry for me?” She questioned.
“You’re a pitiful and sorry excuse of a woman and so called friend. You fucked a married man not once but twice and you knew he had a fucking family. How sad and pathetic could you be? I welcomed you into my home, called you a sister, confided in you, and trusted you. Yet, you went behind my back and slept with him again. Where are your morals and respect as a fucking woman?”
“You’re right, Prada. I was wrong, okay. I knew better and I still did it. I’m sorry for hurting you, but you have to understand that the love I had for Dolcè as a teenager was still in me. You stole him from me first!” She exclaimed angrily and I laughed.
“Oh girl please! Save me the fucking dramatics, I didn’t steal a damn thing from you. Dolcè and I were friends since I was five years old. He’s always been mine no matter who he was with, including you. You were so in love with him, yet you were sleeping with his best friend behind his back for years and thought no one knew about it.” I smirked as she stared at me with her mouth agape. “Oh yeah, everybody knew that you were fucking Jeff. Everybody except Dolcè of course or maybe he did have his suspicions which is probably why he swooped in and decided to snatch me up before Jeff could try to get me.”
“I’m sorry for what I did to you, Prada but Dolcè wasn’t happy with you anymore. We talked about everything. I was weak and vulnerable because of the postpartum depression and he stepped in to help me out, but he was weak too at that point. And being with him again made me feel so good…he treated me good and I—I loved him just as much as you did!” She sighed with tears streaming down her face. “I knew it was wrong and I felt so guilty listening to you vent about him, knowing that I was sleeping with him but I could stop. He was what I needed and I won’t apologize for the baby we could’ve had before he forced me to get an abortion. Just as I won’t apologize for wanting my sons to have their father with their mother because they deserve happiness just as much as your children. They deserve to see him day and night just like your children whether you’re married or not. I’m sorry for any heartache or pain that may cause you, but Dolcè was the best thing that ever happened to my life.”
“Why the hell are you crying now, huh?” I asked angrily. “Were you crying when you were fucking my husband? Were you crying when you were trying so hard to take him away from his family? His real family—me and our children! You’re too damned old to be this fucking naïve. And how dare you look me in my face and tell me that my husband was unhappy with me? Disgusting!” I scoffed and laughed at her.
“And to think you truly believed that he would ever leave me for the likes of you. You’re weak and pathetic and disloyal above all. He would never love you the way you think you love him. No matter what he does or who he does, a man knows where his heart truly belongs and there’s nothing you can do to change that.” I said and looked off for a moment. “I hope that what you did eats away at you until the day you die. Every time you look at Adonis and Creed or even think about the baby you aborted, I hope it reminds you of just how much of a home wrecking slut you really are.”
“I can understand that you’re hurt and you feel betrayed because we were friends…sisters. But, I don’t know anything else to say other than I’m sorry for the way you found out.”
I shook my head and chuckled dryly. “You weren’t sorry when the two of you were fucking behind my back so please don’t be sorry now. You’ve been leeching off of us for years and you’ll continue to leech because of your children! You’re a pathetic bitch!”
She slammed her hands on the table and glared at me angrily. “If I were you, I would watch my mouth…”
“And if I were you, I’d watch my pussy around married men, then this conversation and situation wouldn’t be happening!” I could feel my anger rearing it’s ugly head and I was trying so hard not to go back to being that girl that I used to be. “You really want him that bad, don’t you? You love him so much that you would whore yourself out to him and beg him to be with you knowing that he’d never leave me. Do you want him?” I asked and she just turned her head not wanting to look at me.
“I said do you want him, Stoney!”
“Yes!” She screamed back. “Yes, I want him more than I want to breathe. I’m in love with him, Prada…I never stopped being in love with him.” She cried.
“Then you can have him because I’m done. You can have the cheating, the lying, the heartache, the late nights, the other women. You can have it all and if he decides to have you, don’t you dare get too comfortable because there’s no future in loving a married man who will never love you.” I said as I stood up ready to leave because I refused to let her see me cry over him again. “I pray for you, Stoney, I really do. I pray that you one day love and respect yourself more than you do now.”
Grabbing my purse, I gave her one last look and got the hell out of there before I did something crazy. With nothing left but anger and hurt, I went back home and began tearing it to pieces. The mental picture of him making love to her, touching her, kissing her, and giving another part of him to her stuck out in my mind. But what hurt the most is hearing her tell me that he had gotten her pregnant again and then forced her to abort the baby. I played calm and cool in front of Stoney because if there was nothing else Dolcè taught me, he taught me to never buckle or fold under pressure. But right now, I’m breaking—I’m losing my mind and there’s no turning back. Dolcè had brought this monster back out of me. He was always good at that shit—making monsters out of beautiful women with no remorse.
I wasn’t sure why I kept doing this shit to myself and my children. Why did I continue to put myself through all of this pain and hell when I knew that Dolcè was only going to continue to put me through it even more. It seemed like for every hurt that I had, he had one that hurt me a million times more and it just never seemed to stop. I wiped the tears from my face as I closed the zipper on the last suitcase and placed it on the floor next to the rest of them, then headed out to the balcony to be alone. I was getting ready to do the last thing I ever thought I’d do in my life. I have to separate myself from Dolcè until I figure out if I still want to continue with this marriage or not.
I sighed heavily as I looked out at the lake behind our property beyond the tennis and basketball courts. Looking down at the thick brown stick in my hand, I brought it to my lips and inhaled long and hard. I hadn’t smoked a blunt in five long years, but the craving and urge to smoke one always seemed to come back whenever shit got too tough. I plopped down on the black velvet chaise lounge on the balcony and closed my eyes as I blew smoke from my nose and mouth, taking in the solitude and the quietness of the evening. I couldn’t hear anything but the stiff breeze rustling through the trees, birds chirping, and fish moving around in the lake—all apart of nature’s own personal soundtrack. I inhaled the smoke once again and calmly blew out what was left; by now I had smoked enough to put me in a mellow state…a depressive mellow state.
“Today’s Thursday,” I sniffled as I brought my knees up to my chest. “Magnolia day…” I said as I touched the white petals of the flower that I would always place in my hair whenever he sent them to me. Dolcè didn’t have to say a single word for me to know that he was standing quietly behind me. When I opened my eyes and turned around, there he was with his shirt unbuttoned and out of his pants with his tie resting loosely on his shoulder.
“You send me these flowers every Thursday to remind me of just how much you love me. Yet, somehow you can’t ever seem to remind yourself to tell me the truth.” I whispered softly. “Where are the children?” I asked him as he slowly walked over and began massaging my shoulders.
“I took them to your mother’s house for the night. They wanted to stay with her,” he said to me and I nodded. “I called the marriage counselor and set up an appointment for next Tuesday for us to meet with him.”
“Thank you, Sweets,” I said as I took a long drag from the blunt. “Thank you for doing what you were supposed to do as a husband without me having to beg you to do it. So what now? You want a cookie for that? Should I get down on my knees and suck you off for finally being a husband who wants to fix his marriage?”
I shook my head. “I swear, sometimes I feel like you hate me for some reason. Like you never truly loved me the way you always claimed.”
“What would make you think something like that, P? I love you…I’m still in love with you probably more now than I was in the beginning.” He admitted and I sighed softly. “I thought you stopped smoking after we had Goddess?”
“I thought I did too, but sometimes the craving is just too hard to shake,” I said and he instantly stopped massaging me as I extended the blunt to him. He took it from my hand and inhaled the smoke as he sat across from me. “You’re really breaking me down, Sweets. Your word doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore because all I’ve ever asked was for you to tell me the truth and keep it real with me. But, you just continue to lie to me.” I spoke calmly.
“Baby,” he started as he put the blunt in the ashtray and grabbed my hands. “I know you’re tired of my shit and your probably don’t believe me when I say that I want to fix our marriage—“
“I met with Stoney today, Sweets. She texted your phone late last night begging for you to come and see her, so I told her to meet me at La Bella…”
“That’s where you went today even though you told me that you were meeting your realtor? Prada, what did you do to that girl?” He asked with a quirked brow.
“I didn’t do anything to her. Although, everything in me wanted to beat the stupid out of her, I didn’t see the point of laying my hands on her. But, she did tell me something’s about you. About how you two had an affair because you weren’t happy with me anymore. About how she got pregnant again and you forced her to have an abortion. Tell me that shit isn’t true, Sweets. Tell me that Stoney was lying just to get under my skin.” I said as I watched him squirm in his seat.
Honestly, it was truly a sight to see the infamous Dolcè Govan squirm in his seat. This man never folded under pressure, he always kept the same calm and cool expression whenever he was in the wake of a tough situation. But, here he was sitting in front of me, caught up in his own bullshit and he couldn’t handle it.
“Prada please,” he whispered still holding my hands. “Ma, I’m begging you. Just let me—“
“No fuck that! Don’t please Prada me. Get the fuck off of me,” I snatched my hands away and pushed him a little. “You always try to talk your way out of shit! You’ll do anything to avoid having to tell me the truth and expose all your hidden secrets, won’t you!”
“That’s because you don’t want to hear the truth, Prada.”
“I wanted my fucking family, Dolcè! I wanted you stop fucking me and our family over!”
“I worked my fingers to the bone for you and our children—I built all of this—“
“You didn’t do it all, Dolcè! I was there from day one, working just as hard as you and building right alongside of you. I loved you and supported every fucking dream that you had, stood by you through the infidelities and legal troubles. All the fuck I ever wanted was for us to be happy and for you to be faithful to me. To love me more than I loved you and all you did was lie and hurt me.”
“I’m not perfect, Prada…”
“And I never asked you to be perfect, dammit! All I asked was for you to be a man…be the man that I fell in love with. Be the fucking man who raised me from that wild teenage girl from Slauson and groomed me to be the fucking woman that I am today! All I asked was for you to be honest and faithful to me, Dolcè!” I yelled at him. “I never gave a damn about the money, the cars, this house, the gifts, or this fucking lifestyle. All I cared about was our fucking family…the family I never had as a little girl. No, you’re not perfect, you’re just a man and your money can’t buy my love because my love was real before the fucking money.
None of those bitches loved you or really fucked with you before you had the money. Not even Stoney because while you were so busy loving her, that bitch had been fucking on Jeff for years right under your nose. Before the money and the fame, those bitches never would’ve looked twice at you the way I did. I’ve loved you since I was a little girl before either of us ever knew what love was. We could’ve been in the ghetto living out of a trap house or in the Hollywood Hills living in the biggest mansion money could buy. I would’ve been by your side just like I am now because I loved your ass for you—for Dolcè Govan, not for what you could do for me” I pushed him again and stood up.
“You always think you can fix shit with your slick ass words or sex and money. But, I’m not those bitches that need a man to do for me what I can do for myself. I’m sick of this shit!” I screamed as I went back inside the bedroom.
He stood up and followed behind me. “Prada please! Please don’t do this to us—just don’t. Please don’t do this…don’t leave.” He grabbed me and kissed my neck. “I can’t let you go, Prada…I won’t let you leave me. Please just stay with me.”
“Why! You’ve made a fool of me! Humiliated me time and time again. Dolcè you’ve fucked over this family one too many times! I’m spiraling and losing my fucking mind! I sat here for hours trying to figure out ways to kill you and dispose of your fucking body!” I pushed him with all my might as tears streamed down my face. “I hate you! I fucking hate you! You ruined me…this family..:you’ve ruined everything! I want you out of my life! I hate you!” I screamed, hitting him with every single word.
“Prada stop! Listen to me please!” He exclaimed as he grabbed hold of me and held me in his arms tightly. “Baby, I’m sorry. I need you please.” He begged as I finally stopped fighting and collapsed onto the floor with my head down, beating the carpet with my fists as I sobbed loudly.
“How could you do this to me—to us? You swore you would never hurt me, but look at what you done to me. I had to sit there and look her in her eyes and see the images of you making love to her. Listen to her tell me how she’s still in love with you and wants to be with you because her sons deserve to see their mother and father together. You gave her and so many other women what was only supposed to belong to me.” I cried hysterically. “It’s not fair! It’s not fair that I have to feel this pain. I hate you and I wish I could back to the moment I fell in love with you and just walk away. That way I wouldn’t have to feel this pain.”
“Prada, you don’t mean that. Baby, you’re just upset and—“
“No…no, I do mean it. I mean every single word of it. I can’t keep pretending like I haven’t tried to forgive you for everything you’ve done, but each time I try, I just end up resenting you more and more.” I sniffled. “I loved you more than my own life, gave you the best parts of me, and you sacrificed it all for what. I know she was your first love, but dammit, I was here before you knew she existed. I’ve been your best friend, riding for you for twenty-one years. We grew up together as children. Why did I deserve to be treated this way by you of all people?
You could’ve told me you wasn’t happy no more. We have three daughters. What am I supposed to say to them when a man breaks their heart? Would you want them with a man like you? And what about DJ, Adonis, and Creed? They look up to you and want to be just like you? Would you want them to follow in your footsteps?”
He was quiet. Literally no words came out of his mouth as I finally looked up at him and he just stared blankly at the wall with glossy eyes. Apart of me wanted to hold on to him and tell him that I would stay, but the other part knew that I needed to leave even if it was just for a few days or weeks. I had to go. Without saying a word, I kissed his lips then stood up and grabbed both of my suitcases, then walked out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front door. I had to leave.
Pussy is a powerful. Some men would kill and go to jail for it, some friends turn into enemies over it, most men go broke over it, and some even tell lies just to get it. Pussy runs the world and will forever run the world, if you not careful, it could cause you to lose everything that you worked so hard for. I’ve become the prime example of a man losing everything he worked so hard and loved because I couldn’t seem to be faithful to my own wife. Listening to everything that Prada was saying to me, if didn’t take long put two and two together from her meeting with Stoney. Stoney’s vindictive ass was mad because I’d decided to stop having this fucking affair with her and she was out to do anything to get Prada to leave me and end our marriage. The bitch had certainly succeeded because Prada was gone and I was sure that I’d be receiving divorce papers sooner than later.
It was all good though because I knew exactly what I needed to do—it’s was just like Bishop had told me years ago when he and his wife Malanie were having problems. I would have to show my sons mother her role because her ass had clearly forgotten and I had every intention of reminding her that I wasn’t one to be fucked with. Somehow, she thought it was okay to tell Prada about the pregnancy scare we had a couple months after Adonis and Creed were born. Acting as if the shit happened purposely and I’m just out fucking her raw when she knew damn well the broke during sex, and she ended up pregnant. The shit happened years ago and we both agreed to sweep it under the rug after she got the abortion. So for her to just throw that shit in Prada’s face had me fucking livid. I could rip her fucking heart out through her chest with my bare hands, but no, I gotta remain calm because she’s the mother of my sons.
As for Prada, I was going to do everything in my power to keep her from divorcing me. I don’t care what it takes, I can’t lose that woman from my life. I love her too fucking much to just let our marriage fall apart completely because of some bullshit. Her and our children mean the world to me. If I lose them, I lose everything. I wanted to deny the abortion allegation, but I had lied to and hurt her so much already. I couldn’t add that lie to mix and break her even more. Bishop had taught me one thing when faced with situations such as this and that was to lie and deny. But, like I said I’d done enough lying and denying shit, Prada had me right by the fucking balls and I couldn’t lie my way out that shit even if I had tried. I had to watch my wife walk out with her bags in her hands and go to God knows where. As bad as I wanted to chase after Prada and beg her to just stay with me, I knew that would’ve possibly made the situation worse. She needed time and I would allow her to have as much time as needed to herself instead of acting like a manipulative and narcissistic ass husband.
After Prada left, I took a minute to gather my thoughts and get myself together, I had Miko to drive me out to Brookhaven to pay my stupid ass baby mama a late night visit. My boys were with their brother and sisters at Prada’s mother’s house, so I wasn’t worried about them waking up and seeing me if I had to choke the fuck out of their stupid ass mother. Miko parked the car across the street from her house as I reclined in the back seat and pulled out my phone, dialing her number.
“This stupid bitch,” I laughed to myself as I waited for her to pick up the phone. “This stupid stupid little bitch!” I was livid with this bitch especially about her telling Prada about that fucking abortion. That shit never should’ve left her fucking mouth no matter how mad Prada might have made her and I know Prada said something to get under her skin.
After a few rings, I got out of the car and just decided to just go inside the house. Whatever I walk in on is her business, I just hope if she do got a nigga in the crib that they both ready to catch all the smoke. Using my fingerprint, I entered the house and headed straight upstairs to the bedroom slowly opening the door where I saw Stoney pathetically snorting cocaine up her nose to fill the void of not having me or to just forget about the shit that happened between her and Prada today. I knew she did the shit and I knew why she did the shit. I wanted to feel sorry for her, but her attitude and disloyalty helped me to not give a damn about why she was doing it anymore. The way I saw the shit, it wasn’t my fucking problem as long as she didn’t do it around or in front of my sons then she could snort the shit until she blew a vessel in her brain. I leaned against the doorframe and watched as she snorted another line as her tears for me trailed down her face.
“You acting like a pathetic coked out whore. You know that right?” My voice made her jump as she looked up and stared at me with glazed over eyes, trying to wipe the white residue from her nose. “That shit’s sad as fuck, Stoney.”
“Dolcè,” She wiped the tears from her face and stood from the bed. “What—what are you doing here? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me unless it concerned the boys.” She said vulnerably.
“I called you before I came up, but you were too busy putting that shit in your nose like it’s candy or some shit.” I chuckled remorselessly. “You know if you keep playing with that shit, I might have to just take my sons because I can’t have them being raised by a cracked out junkie.”
“So, you’re not mad at me about what hap—“
“Nah, why would I be mad, baby doll? I know you wanted to get my attention and here I am,” I smirked. “Get yourself together and come take a ride with me.”
“What? Take a ride where?”
I shrugged. “Just take a ride with me. Weren’t you saying how much you missed me and wanted to spend some time together? I’m here now, so what you waiting?” I chuckled. “Get yourself together, I don’t got all night.”
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Dolcè,” she said desperately. “Really—I only met with Prada because I thought the message came from you and I only said what I said to her because I wanted you to remember that I still exist. I love you.” She sighed.
I stared out the window as Miko drove us through the busy streets of Atlanta. Prada was on my mind heavy and I wished I could just hold her in my arms right now and remind her of why we fell in the beginning. And why I’ll always choose her and our family over everyone no matter how many times I’ve fucked up.
“Why did you leave me, Dolcè? What makes Prada so special that you would leave me for her again? Why do you fill me up with all your lies and love just to continue to run back to her?”
“Stoney, we both knew what it was between me and you when we started fucking around again. You knew it was just a sexual thing between us. I never told you or even made you feel like I was ever going to leave Prada for you or any other woman for that matter. And what you mean why I left you for her again? Let’s not get shit twisted, ma, you left me and let’s not forget you was already fucking Jeff behind. He did always like my leftovers.” I chuckled and turned to her. “You also got some fucked up ways about you that I ain’t got time for, ma. You run your fucking mouth too much sometimes. Blowing up my phone at all times of the fucking day and night, threatening me, going at my fucking wife and shit. Really ma?”
“I didn’t know what else to do, Dolcè. She gave me no other choice, looking down at me with that smug air of arrogance as if I owed her something,” she said. “She doesn’t deserve you and we both know it. Dammit, you act as if the affair never happened and she acts as if I’m the only one at fault in this situation. I didn’t have this affair by myself!”
“Well,” I shrugged. “Just like me, you owe her a lot because if it wasn’t for her, you’d still be just another strip hoe trying to make a way out the game. If it wasn’t for her good recommendation and my influence, you never would’ve gotten into that expensive ass dance school that you wanted to attend. If it wasn’t for her, you wouldn’t have that dance academy that you have now. So, yes, you owe her just as much as I do.
As far as the affair goes, in my mind the shit never happened. A lot of shit between us never happened, you get what I’m saying ma?” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“No, I’m not sure I get it so please explain.” She shook her head. “Dolcè…”
“Let me break this shit down and make it as clear as I can for you then,” I said as I leaned closer to her. “The only affair I ever want to remember that happened between me and you is the drunken one night stand we had that accidentally produced Adonis and Creed. Anything after that is a distant fucking memory that I never want to remember in my fucking life because it was a fucking mistake. Just like you were a fucking mistake that I got stuck with for eighteen fucking years!”
“Dolcè, you don’t mean—how could you say—“
“I’m talking so that means you shut the fuck up and listen,” I silenced her. “Stoney, we swore to never bring up that baby or that abortion after everything was said and done. And you go—bitch, you went and told my wife about the bullshit because you claim she left you no choice. You looked my wife in her face and lied, saying that I basically told you I wasn’t happy with her when we both know that was a fucking lie! You deliberately went out of your way cause friction between me and her because I chose to come to my senses and fix my marriage.
You did that shit because you want some attention like a five year old child. Bitch, are you that fucking dumb that you think that I would let you or any other bitch for that matter come between me and her?”
“You don’t fucking love her! You never did!” She screamed. “If you loved her, I never would’ve been in the picture! None of the other women would’ve been in the picture. You can’t love her!”
“Oh I love her…I’ve loved her for as long as I could remember even when I was supposed to love you,” I told her. “Prada’s always been the one even before I ever realized it. She has four of my kids, she gave me my namesake and blessed me with three of the most beautiful princesses that any man could ever ask for. Ma been riding with me and having my back forever…since we was shorties kicking rocks and playing knick knock on the blocks. She held me down and supported my entire career even before I made it big in the business. She love the man that I was before the money and the fame, and she got heart.
Stoney, you not Prada and you could never be her…you don’t even come close to the woman that she is. I know I fucked up by stepping out on her with you and other bitches, but I wasn’t loving on you like that, ma. Yeah, I got love for you because of my sons, but that’s all it’ll ever be for me. I could never see myself cuffing or wifing a bitch like you because you proved to me time and again that you ain’t worthy of no shit like that.”
“What! I’m not worthy of being your wife!” She yelled with a cross look in her eyes. “Dolcè, I’ve done more than enough to prove my worthiness to you and this is how you treat me?”
“How have you proved your worthiness exactly, Stoney? Tell me that?” I asked. “How! By fucking Jeff behind my back? Is that how you proved your worthiness to me?”
“You’re a fucking asshole! You’re a smug, arrogant motherfucker, you know that?
“And, what’s your point?”
“My point is the fact that I unwillingly aborted a baby for you didn’t show you that I’m worthy of you!” She said as Miko continued to drive north. “Me! Listening to what you told me to. Me! Going to that place alone and killing something inside of me—something we created together, didn’t show you that I love you more than enough to do what you wanted me to do. You’ve always known that I would do anything for you, Dolcè. Anything! I did anything for you!”
“Stoney, you act like we planned that shit! You act like I wanted another baby with you, knowing all the while that Prada was already pregnant with Goddess! I slipped up, the condom fucking broke while we were fucking. You got pregnant and I told you to get rid of it because I didn’t want to complicate my marriage anymore than I already had. Not to mention, you were up for a lead role in some big recital, how the fuck would another baby have worked out for either of us!”
“Get rid of it! Get rid of it!” She screamed, slamming her hands against the seat. “Do you hear yourself? It was a fetus not an it! It was our baby not some piece of clothing you just throw away because you don’t want it! Dolcè, you didn’t have to have that operation, I did! You didn’t have to feel that pain, guilt, and regret, I did!”
“Too bad, Stoney. That’s the price of doing business with the don, ma…you knew what it was.”
“I wish I never with your stupid, selfish, arrogant ass, fucking bastard! You and that bitch deserve each other!” She screamed and I grabbed her throat.
“I told you once before that if you ever disrespect me or my wife ever again, I’ll make your ass stop breathing. You want me to make you stop breathing, bitch?”
“Fuck you. Fuck you, Dolcè. Let me out of the fucking car and I’ll find my own way back home.” She said angrily as tears fell from her eyes. “You are a bastard…a selfish, arrogant, heartless, cold bastard!”
I nodded with a slight laugh and squeezed her throat tighter. “Bitch, you really think I’m a game, don’t you?” I asked, staring at her. “I told you not to disrespect me, one and two, you ditzy ass bitch. Don’t you ever—ever come at my wife again the way you came at her today. I swear before God that I will chop your ass to pieces and throw you clean into the fucking Atlantic. Don’t fuck with me and mine.” I let her go roughly and straightened my shirt.
“I told you that fucking pregnancy was a mistake. Aborting it was the only way to go and I don’t give a damn what you say.”
“Yeah well,” she said as she looked out the window. “The doctors are saying that it’s impossible for me to ever have anymore babies because of the abortion. So thank you, Dolcè. Thank you for being so remorseful and understanding. I bet you didn’t know that shit, did you?” She asked, choking back tears.
“No, I didn’t,” I mumbled. “But that shit ain’t so bad—Stoney, you’re a fucked up person—a straight up junkie. And you act like you got some fucking screws missing—the last fucking thing you need is another kid because you hardly pay attention to the two that we got. You’re selfish as fuck and you snort that shit up your fucking nose just to make yourself forget about whatever problems you got in the world. You should be lucky that I allow my sons to live with you.
That’s beside the point. Don’t ever speak to Prada again or even come near her or my family. When it’s time for me to have Adonis and Creed, I’ll pick them up and drop them back off unless I say otherwise. Don’t call or text my phone unless it’s about them. Take me for a joke and I promise they’ll be visiting you in the fucking cemetery because I’ll kill you.”
“Dolcè, all I want—“ she sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry—I just want you. Please just forgive me…I’m sorry.” She pleaded and begged with tears streaming down her face but I knew she wasn’t sorry at all. She just wanted to get back in my good graces and I wasn’t falling for that shit.
I shook my head and looked out the window. “Nah, I’m good ma. I meant what I said this shit between me and you is done. It’s over.” I told her as she broke down in tears. “Miko, take us back to her house and then I’m going back home.” I sighed softly.
How the hell did Stoney ever expect me or any other man to respect her when she don’t even respect herself. A motherfucker is only going to treat her the way she allows herself to be treated and her practically begging me to still fuck with her after I just got in her ass and threatened to kill her showed me exactly how she wanted to be treated. I had all the power and I knew it. I was Stoney’s fix…her rock; I was her bread and butter.