“I’m not sure.”
I lifted her head so she could look me in my eyes, “I only gave you what you asked for.” I kissed her lips and released her.
I walked her down to her car and waited before I went to my car and headed to start putting my shit together. Khi had a lot of things going on in his life that he tried to hide from the public. The beef started between us years before my money was good. It got worse once he found out that I was the go-to man. He was getting his own money, but a nigga always had to feel like he was in control. Khi wanted power but the street wouldn’t fold because he was flawed.
The house I pulled up to was still in the same condition it was in when I first started making a little money. I trapped out of this house so much that my eyes would burn from being in the fumes all day. From pills to cocaine, I sold it all out of this small ass house that belonged to the neighborhood hoe. When I was a young nigga, this bitch would fuck a nigga right in front of me but all I was worried about was having somewhere safe to do my dirt.
She never questioned me as long as I made sure her bills were paid and I kept money in her pocket. Her only downfall was when she started fucking with Khi and cut me off. She let him slide his snake ass right in and get her pregnant. He managed to keep her right in this shack while his baby mama that stayed in Jonesboro. Blessyn had no idea about this but it was time to put all this shit out there since they wanted to blame her.
Before I could knock, she opened the door look like death was ready to consume her at any minute. Her son got taken awayfrom her a few months ago when she got caught soliciting sex down by Joseph P. Brawley. Then had the nerve to test positive for cocaine during one of her supervised visits. Since then, she hadn’t worried about seeing her son again.
“Fuck you popping your rich ass over here fuh?” Her lips about to crack from the dryness.
“I need to get in the house so I can grab something.”
“Nigga ain’t shit in here belong to you.”
“You can move yo ass out the way or I’ll move you,” I warned her.
She moved to the side to let me in, and the smell made my stomach weak. She had a man half naked on the sofa with a needle in his dick. It was crazy what they would do just to find a vein. I went into her bedroom and grabbed what I needed along with the something I had in the living room.
“You need to get your muthafucka life together. You thirty and you look like you fifty in the face. Your son out here somewhere trying to figure out why his mama don’t want him. You should be tired of fucking and getting high.”
“Fuck you, Lucky.”
“Just trying to save your soul but fuck you too, bitch.”
Two days went by before they arrested the suspect in the murder of Khi and Kason’s death. My name was cleared. It was grimy but I had to do what I had to do. Not only was I free but in another few weeks my brother would be free too. I was ready to fuck the city up with my brother when he got home. Until then my days consist of making sure my son was straight and getting this complex done within the right amount of time. Blessyn was starting to distant herself from me again right when we were starting to get along.
“How long you plan on being gone?” I asked her as she grabbed her phone.
“Just a few hours. I’m going to have lunch with my sister and then going to let her do my hair.”
“What you getting your hair done for?”
“Why not? It makes me feel good. After being stuck in this house with a baby, I want to look and feel good too. You look good with your damn haircut that I didn’t do and shit.”
“I wanted you to cut my hair, but I was scared you were going to cut me with the razor. Never know with you.”
“Yeah whatever. I’ll be back. My mama should beat me back.”
I leaned back on the sofa with my son on my chest as I watched Blessyn ass sitting nice in her biker shorts. The weight she kept after the birth of our son had my dick hard. I made a promise to myself that I wasn’t going to touch her, but it was hard not to think about it. I mean her body had snapped back so nice that if she let me, I would please that pussy until she was in a coma. She didn’t make things any better when she leaned over to kiss Kani. Her scent lingered in the house well after she had left. Now that it was just me and my son, I was going to do the same thing he was doing and that was sleep.
“Can I get the fried chicken platter with mash potatoes and gravy.” I handed the waitress the menu.
Merci was irking my nerves because she was undecided on what she wanted to eat, and she knew this was our favorite spot. If she would’ve stayed off the phone, then she would be ready to order. I was ready to get back home to my baby. Having him brought the joy back into my life and even though I was currently looking a mess with a baseball cap on my head, he still was one of the best things that happened to me.
“My bad. Just give me the same thing,” Merci ordered, making me roll my eyes.
“Who has your attention on that phone. I thought we were spending time with each other without the kids.”
“We are. I got a nigga trying to shoot his shot and I might let him dunk,” she stuck her tongue out at me.
“He must got money?”
“Plenty of it.”
“Perc is going to kill you when he gets home.”
