“Fuck outta here. I’ain nosy. This nigga late.” He pointed at me.
“That man has a pregnant girl at home. We both know how that is.” Stacks gave Buck a knowing look, and this fool started grinning wider than The Joker.
“Thugga over there using you for your meat?” I couldn’t do shit but laugh at this ignorant ass fool.
“I told you to stop callin’ my girl that shit. Now if I tell her what you said, and she goes across yo’ shit, I’on wanna hear about it.”
“Her violent ass is the exact reason I call her ass Thugga. Tough ass girl.” We laughed at his stupid ass, because we knew he was serious.
“I’ma tell my sister you talkin’ ’bout her, too.” I looked up and Jace and Keenan were walking through my office door.
“Lil’ nigga, you nor your sister scare me. The fuck?” Buck frowned.
“Nic does though.” Keenan smirked, making Buck his charge his ass like he was a damn kid, but Keenan ducked. “Chill before I tell Nic you tried to body slam me.”
“Aye, chill.” I laughed. “Why y’all bad asses ain’t in school?” When I asked that, they both got a dumb look on their face, so I knew it was some bullshit. “Y’all don’t hear me?”
“Man, Unc. Our P.E. teacher was yelling in our faces like we were some punks, so I told him to back the fuck up,” Jace explained. I couldn’t do shit but shake my head.
“Shit, you ain’t wrong, nephew,” Buck input.
“And what you had to do wit’ that?” I asked Keenan.
“Y’all told us to stick together and look out for each other. When the teacher got in Jace’s face, I told him to back up ’fore I beat his old ass.” Keenan shrugged.
I couldn’t do shit but shake my head because for these boys to not have DeLuca blood running through their veins, they acted just like us.
“You lil’ niggas bad as fuck, but I’m proud of y’all.” Buck praised. “Y’all gone get fucked up, but I’m proud of y’all.”
“Man, Pops. You gone tell Ma?” Jace asked Stacks.
“She already knows, my boy. I’m just keeping you with me ’til she cools off.” Jace sucked his teeth and went to sit down on the couch that I had in here, with Keenan following suit.
“Come on, let’s go get ready for this meeting.” I stood up from my desk and headed out with my brothers. “Don’t y’all touch shitand stay in here. Don’t be wandering the halls and shit, either.” I warned.
Once we left my office and headed to the conference room, I burst into laughter. “Those lil’ niggas bad as shit. The fuck you gone do wit’ Jace?” I turned to Stacks, and he was laughing right along with me.
“Bust his ass when need be. He knows how far to take the shit. Muthafucka got in his face. He was supposed to check that, nigga.” He shrugged.
“And you think this nigga a better role model than me?” Buck instigated.
“Nigga, yo’ kid just turned three. The fuck he gone do beside tear some shit up?” Stack countered.
“We ain’t talking about my kid. We talking about Chucky and Dennis-the-fuckin-Menace back there. I know Ms. Keena gone fuck Keenan’s ass up when he goes home.”
“You’ll find out firsthand because you taking him.” Stacks smirked.
“The fuck you say. I’ain taking that lil’ nigga nowhere. You picked him up, so you take him home.”
“I already told his mama you were bringing him, so shut the fuck up and come on.” I left those two arguing while I went into the conference room. Our pops was already in there, as usual. When he heard the bickering, he shook his head because he knew exactly where it was coming from.
“What y’all fussing ’bout now?”
“Yo’ son volunteering me for some shit like I’m running an after school transportation service or some shit,” Buck fussed.
“What you talking about?” Pops laughed.
Stacks filled him in on what was going on, and even Pops had to laugh. He got a kick out of his grandsons. He said they reminded him of us growing up. Even though Keenan was Nicand Mel’s baby brother, he referred to him as his grandson as well.
