“Amen to that. Women are the gods on this earth because from them all the greatest blessings flow.” Antwan bounced his daughter purposefully before kissing the top of her head. She was too busy playing with the diamond necklace he wore and didn’t register it.
I raised my glass with my eyes on Porsha wondering how she felt about making things permanent and combining bloodlines. At that moment, she looked up at me and smiled and I took it as a sign from the universe.
“I’ll definitely drink to that.”
CHAPTER NINE
Just Kick it
SMOKE
SWEETS WAS GONE beat my ass when I got out of here. I’m sure she understood why she couldn’t help me out, but she was still gone be pissed. In my mind, I hoped the people involved held enough weight with her that she wouldn’t keep her pussy away from me for long.
Who was I kidding, Jada would put my dick on ice until she got good and got damn ready to be unmad about me leaving her in the dark.
And I couldn’t do shit but roll with it because leaving Sweets wasn’t an option.
You couldn’t have told me two years ago I would be this nigga. The nigga who madeconnections. Hadfeelingsand wastalkingand shit. A nigga who craved being around one woman to the point that I was considering buying a second home in Atlanta instead of us just bumming around in a corporate property that Xerxes owned or staying in one of the suites at theWarren. Something was holding me back from making that move and as soon as I heard from Omega, I understood. I hadn’t survived the bullshit of my life this long to rush destiny so I was gone let her do what she needed to. Couldn’t lie like I ain’t want this slew footed ho to hurry the fuck up. Having an enemy hanging over my head that had already gotten too close to Sweets once was enough for me to want to rush.
But patience was a virtue or some shit like that according to Nyima so I tried to keep myself from spazzing out. Protecting Jada and our people had been my top priority the last few yearsand I wasn’t about to fuck up and make a wrong move that would send even more people after us. My brother was going to make a mistake and when he did I was going to happily be there to put a bullet in his head. Shit, one wasn’t going to be enough but I could only assume he was going to die screaming and that brought me joy. That and Sweets were my happy thoughts while I was in this place.
“Say you got any commissary, bruh? A nigga hungry as fuck.”
Something that other people would call a smile shadowed my lips as the joy that I felt over having this nigga finally fall into my web. It had only been a few days since we’d been paired up but I knew he wasn’t going to last too long. He was the type of person that needed to talk. His only validation at being somebody coming from other people and since he was once that nigga who was famous, he still craved the attention he used to get.
Like a fly to a spider…
“Nah.”
I hated to do too much talking because the air in this bitch stank. Whatever he was eating was coming out in the foulest of ways and this muthafucka had no manners. Combined with the already stale musty air and the damp smell that was pervasive everywhere, I didn’t want to open my mouth and let that smell in.
City was gone need to get Lyric some therapy if she’d let this lame muthafucka play her for all those years. I’d helped with their training when the Millers brought them into the fold so I knew how dangerous she was. Just went to show you that folks really would let love lead them astray.
“Got damn I’m ready to get out this bitch. My girl and my kids out there waiting on me and I need to get my bitch back.”
I shifted on the cot again grateful that I hadn’t gotten too domesticated so that I couldn’t handle these conditions but being thankful that it was now few and far between. Having ajob to do was definitely needed to ensure I was prepared for whatever was coming.
“Good luck.”
“Shit, I’m gone need it. Especially after I put my hands on her. My baby mama just gone have to understand that we can’t live no regular life and I need to get back to where I was at before I got caught up.”
He was shifting around on his bunk and I knew he’d sat up, which meant he was gearing up to tell me all his business. Like me and the world didn’t already know.
“Caught up? You mean your girl and your baby mama ain’t the same person?”
“Nah. I mean I’m sure you know who I am and shit bruh.” He sounded like he was waiting for me to dick ride and little did he know I’d sooner slit his throat than to give his ass a kind word.
“Nah, I don’t.”
“You must be here on deportation or some shit cause everybody knows who I am.” He was chuckling like my lack of recognition of him was humorous instead of him being the joke.
Money really can’t unlame a man.
“Mmmm.”
I hummed noncommittally because there wasn’t shit this man was going to say to me to get me to do what he wanted. I could practically hear him questioning himself and his self-worth as he stared at the ceiling waiting on me to say something else.
“Bruh, I’m D Mill.”
