“Yeah, but them Triplets gonedeteryo ass. Nut said that Dal said that big nigga YCrealclose with her. Please don’t have me body B’s cousin over a girl that’s likely to shoot yo ass anyway.”
Brina done turned my bro into a gossipping ass, reality tv show watching nigga.
“Yes, Shad. Please. I don’t need Big Mama on my ass about them,” Brina pleads.
“Why are they even called that? What? I haven’t had time to pull their info.”
Set grabs the remote but Brina snatches it from him. “We are not watching that fucking show,” she hisses.
“This shit boring, mama. I’m out the game; I don’t give a fuck about them niggas–no offense.”
She mushes him on the forehead. “Youwillcare because they’re my family, and you’re coming with me this year to Big Mama’s birthday… my daddy’s Trenton the third, his oldest uncle is Trenton Junior. He’s Macy’s goddad, was best friends with her dad. He had project triplets, you know, three kids allaround the same age by different mamas. There’s Cain Young, YC, the oldest; Prince Charming Young, YP, the middle; and True Young, YT, the only girl. Uncle Junior has another son, but he’s a year younger than the Triplets and not in the family business.
“The Triplets though… insane in the membrane. They’re closer to Nutty’s age, but I still had heard about their get down growing up. I just didn’t connect the dots between them being my cousins until I was older. And before True went to jail for, guess what, shootingherex, she and Macy were really tight.”
“So you see, baby bro, you need to stay away from trigger happy ladies, especially pregnant trigger happy ladies. Stick to the prim and proper hoes.”
Brina snorts. “Any girl whowillinglygets on that show is far from prim and proper.”
“Hey!” Set barks. “Don’t do Ronnie and Deja like that.”
I wave them both off. “Niggas not on that. But a nigga named Prince Charming can never put no fear in my heart.”
Me and Set chuckle as I throw up the Birch sign. Brina just shakes her head at us, practicing her disappointed mom face.
“Poor Shaddy. She’s finna put yo ass through the blender.”
Macy
IsmileasYC’sface illuminates my phone. I whooped his ass so bad in pool just now, and it’s customary for him to call and threaten me.
I slide my thumb and cheese into the camera.
YC is the spitting image of Uncle Junior. Milk chocolate, square jaw, jet black curly hair, and wide nose on a big ass head on top of a jailhouse buff body. Uncle Junior having a full thick beard is the only difference between the two.
He’s scowling hard like usual. Running his tongue over his teeth. “Yo ass cheating. And you know I hate a fucking cheat.”
I roll my eyes and turn on my side. It’s a rainy spring night in Kenton, and the house is asleep, since it’s after midnight.
But of course my godbrother is still awake.
“You know that’s a lie.”
“You calling me a fucking liar, Deeze? You giving me a reason to pull up? I already owe Dal’s nigga a hot one for making her cry.” His deep voice rumbles over the line, making me cackle.
“Nigga, they’re engaged now. You’re a few months too late.”
“I couldn’t leave Prince out here alone… YT’s out, I can be on bullshit now. Where yo baby daddy at?”
I sit up in the bed and snatch my bonnet off, not caring that my curls are smushed. “Baby daddy? Who–”
YC’s lips twitch. “Pops overheard Mika and Dallas talking about you being in holding. Glad to hear you aimed below the belt–”
“Shhh! S-stop… talking… right now.” I pin my index finger to my lips like YT can hear us. “Youwillkeep that to yourself.”
YC chuckles, keeping the straightest face like the psycho he is. “YT doesn’t know… because I want to do him in myself.”
I can’t help but simper at this big rhinoceros of a man. When Mo went away, the Triplets took it upon themselves to always keep me close, YC especially. He’s only the oldest out of them by some hours, but he takes his role as a protector seriously.
