I held my composure, “I don’t give a fuck ‘bout a bitch that’s claiming shit. I can look you dead in your fuckin’ face and let you know that Lucky ain’t stuck his dick nowhere. Whatever this shit is you trying to do, it ain’t working. You can get your ass the fuck up and walk off. Try to get your shit another way because it damn sure won’t be through me.”
“He gon’ hurt your lil’ feelings. The nigga ain’t nothing like you think he is. You’ll see.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it. If it’s true, then he just likes your ass. A no-good ass nigga.”
“Go down in the mancave and I’ll meet you down there,” I told Perc.
We finally were getting some things done and found out the spot our pops was laying his head at. I didn’t want to come to my house and not acknowledge my son or my woman, so I went looking for them both. Perc and I were in such a deep conversation that I didn’t notice her car wasn’t home. I headed down to the mancave with Perc so we could smoke, watch the game and them come up with how we wanted to approach the situation.
“You know the bitch that owns the flower shop. She was Khi’s auntie?” I asked Perc as I sat down to roll us a blunt.
“Yeah.”
“I killed her, but the bitch was saying a lot of shit that is making sense to me now.”
“That’s why the fuck her son was muggin’ the shit outta me at the mall the other day. Before I knew it, I had done got my gun ready to spray up the whole mall. Nigga, you better let me know when you make moves like that.”
“That nigga ain’t gon’ do shit. But listen, she called me son. She said something about me still being a puppet and someone pulling the strings behind the curtain. You think she was talking about pops?”
“Nigga give me the blunt because honestly, I don’t wanna even think ‘bout the shit. Let’s just watch the damn game and we’ll go from there.”
As the Bulldogs were about to make a touchdown, my flat screen shut off and Blessyn came marching her ass up to me with a scowl on her face.
“Fuck wrong with you?” Perc and I looked at her crazy.
“Perc, leave!” Blessyn stated.
“He ain’t gotta go nowhere. If you wanna talk ‘bout some shit, then we can go elsewhere don’t come fuckin’ up the vibe in my mancave.”
“If you don’t want me to embarrass you, then you need to come and holla at me.”
“Nigga, you in some deep shit now,” Perc teased.
“Nigga don’t smoke all my weed. I’ll be right back.”
“Shidddd, I doubt it, but okay.”
Blessyn walked into the joining kitchen and rested her elbows on the counter while she went through her phone. I let her do what she was doing while grabbed something to drink out of the refrigerator. When I closed the door, Blessyn had her phone in my face with a picture.
“Who is she?”
“A crackhead,” I moved passed her.
“Why is she claiming she’s pregnant by you then?”
“You know damn well that bitch ain’t pregnant by me. You gon’ overthink some shit and hurt yo own damn feelings. Who are you getting this information from?”
“From her.”
“Mannn get the fuck outta here. This bitch so cracked out. What the hell I look like sticking my dick in her when I got you?”
“So, you never fucked her?”
“I fucked that bitch when I was in the streets and before she started smoking that shit. What are you coming outta yo ass wit’ this shit?”
“She’s here and she says something different.”
“You brought here? To our shit? Without speaking with me first?”
