Mocha Latte

“When I arrived at the crib, I relieved Stepp of his duties for the evening and went to find Anila in our bedroom. She was in our closet doing shit I told her not to do. While cooped up in the house without her phone for the last month, all Anila did was have Stepp take her around to spend our money. Clothes, shoes, baby items, furniture, you name it. I didn’t give a fuck, she was my wife, and what was mine was hers. I wasn’t one of those crybaby ass niggas complaining about a woman only wanting me for money. Anila could run my pockets any day of the week. I’d made that clear since we met. If you don’t make money to take care of your wife and kids, then what’s the point?”
― Lakia, Nine Months With A Mafia Menace: An Urban Romance Standalone