by Lucinda John
When I made it to my mom’s house, she was sitting at the table wearing a frown on her face.
"Manman an sa ki nan mal?" (Mom what's wrong?) I asked.
"Mwen gen de tikè avyon Sarasota nou gen yo ale kounye a," (I have two plane tickets to Sarasota, we have to go now.) she said never looking me in the face.
"Eksplike m 'ki sa ki pwal sou." (Explain to me what is going on.)
"Nou pa gen okenn tan kite yo ale kounye a!" (We have no time, let's go now!)
I decided not to ask any more questions and to follow my mother's lead. We dropped my sister off to her best friend, Pete's wife, Janet. When we boarded the plane, both of us were in our small little world. I hated not knowing what was going on so I was trying my hardest to not demand my mom to tell me what was up.
When we landed, a guy was at the airport waiting for us. My mother pulled him to the side and they spoke briefly before he came back over and greeted me. We piled in his 1999 Honda Accord and he took us to what looked like a hospital. Not saying a word, I followed behind them as they talked to a nurse and she pointed to a room. Walking in the room, I noticed Beamer's mother was lying on what looked like her deathbed.
"Can somebody tell me what is going on now!" I demanded.
"Son, come here," Beamer's mother motioned for me to come over to her bedside. Beamer’s mother was Americanized so she spoke English very well. "I'm dying and I need to tell you about your son."
"My son?"
"Yes, your son, Joshua. You have a four-year-old son named Ian," she coughed.
"Beamer said she lost him."
"Beamer lied to you because she didn't want him anymore. When she found out you were going away for five years, she wanted to terminate her pregnancy, but I told her not to. I told her I would keep the baby and she could live her life. I started getting sick and I lost my job and that is when I reached out to Beamer. I explained to Beamer how I couldn't afford to take care of Ian. She told me she didn't care and hung up on me. I called her again to tell her we were homeless living under a tree, and she cursed me then changed her number," Beamer's mother cried. "Joshua, I need you to claim custody of your son because I am dying."
"Why didn't you contact my mother?" I asked her.
"I tried but came up short. If it wasn't for social services helping me track her down, he probably would have been in the system."
"Where is he?" I asked.
"He's down at the social services office. I gave them all of your information. All you have to do is go down and claim him."
"Are you going to be ok?" I asked.
"I am going to be fine, Ian is my biggest concern. I need him in good hands before I can rest properly."
"He's in great hands mama," I said kissing her.
"Thank you," she said, finally allowing her spirit to rest.
The monitor started to beep, then she flat lined. Using my fingers to close her eyes, I said a quick prayer for her and let her hand go. I couldn't believe Beamer would do her own mother and son like that. She was living a fabulous life, while her mother and son struggled. She deserved a fucking bullet to her head for that.
I went to the social services office and had to take a DNA test before I could claim Ian. The next day my mother was at the office bright and early to get the results. Once the nurse informed me that Ian was my son, I felt like shit. My son had to go through so much and I wasn't there for him. I signed off on all the paperwork, retrieved his social security card, birth certificate and shot records.
"Are you ready to see him?" the social worker asked.
"Yes." Although I was nervous, I was prepared to be a father.
"Ian, come here," the lady said.
A little boy that looked just liked me walked over to her. I frowned at how they had him dressed in clothes that were too small for him and shoes that were dirty. I walked over to him and squat so that we were eye level.
"Ou pale kreyòl?" (Do you speak Creole) I asked him.
He nodded his head yes.
"Bon. Se mwen menm ki papa ou ak ki lady trè sou la ki manman m ', grann ou yo." (Good. I am your father and that pretty lady over there is my mother, your grandmother.)
"Ki kote se nana m '" (Where is my nana?) he asked.
"Nana te vle ou vini rete avè m 'se ke ok?" (Nana wanted you come stay with me, is that ok?)
"Wi papa," (Yes daddy) he said causing me to smile.
"Let's go then," I said grabbing his hand.
On the plane ride back home, my son and mother got to know one another while I contemplated on what I was going to do to Beamer's ass. The first thing I did once we landed was go shopping for Ian. I bought him everything from clothes, shoes, toys, game systems, and a few electronics gadgets. For the first two nights, I allowed him to spend time with my mother while I got everything situated for him at my house.
*****
"Ian, you ready man, you gon’ make me late and then Diamond is going to kill me."
"Whose Diamond?" he asked.
"My wife."
"Why don't she live here if she's your wife?" his smart ass asked.
"It's complicated," I shrugged. "Let's go," I said handing him his Nike fitted cap.
Ian was dressed down in a blue and white Nike outfit with the matching shoes. I had JoJo braid his hair in some sick designs, I hooked him up with a chain and a custom-made Rolex. My lil’ nigga was clean.
Life with Ian was different. I couldn't come and go as I pleased because I had a child to look after. I ran the majority of my business through Choppa and Rich, and spent most of my days getting to know my son. I had to make up for the four years Beamer selfishly took from me. Ian has been living with me for a week now and it was time I took him to see Diamond.
"Daddy, can you buy me a car like this one day?" he asked running his hand across my Benz.
"When you can drive I gotchu,” I said unlocking the doors so he can get in the car.
Ian was developing pretty well despite what he went through. He was a smart kid and he loved to draw. I turned one of my bedrooms into a mini art studio for my boy, so he could have his own little spot. It felt good having a little mini me running around. Now all I had to do was fix shit at home with Diamond so that we could be one big family.
"Who is this handsome boy?" Diamond asked causing Ian to blush.
"I'm Ian," he smiled.
"Hi Ian, I'm Diamond, would you like to come in and have some burgers with me and my sister?"
"Yes."
Ian walked in the house and I grabbed Diamond by the waist.
"Stop Zoe."
"You still mad at me?"
"Mad for what, you ain't my man." She sucked her teeth.
"Yeah ok," I said smacking her ass. "I like what you did to the house," I said looking around.
"Thank you."
"Check me out, can you keep an eye on him while I handle something real quick."
"Sure," she shrugged walking away.
Leaving the house, I went to deal with Beamer. Choppa already sent me a text letting me know he saw Beamer walking inside one of Bobby's traps so I headed in that direction. Getting out the car, I made sure my fye was on my hip and walked inside the trap.
"Where Bobby at?" I asked one of his workers.
"In his office but you can't go back there."
"Whose gonna stop me?" I challenged before walking back to Bobby's office.
When I opened the door, Bobby was sitting back in the chair with his eyes closed while Beamer bounced on his dick. The tattoo she had of my name above her ass was now covered with some flowers. Shaking my head, I grabbed her by her long weave and pulled her off Bobby's dick. Both of them were surprised to see me standing over them.
"Beamer, let's go now, don't question me either," I said mugging Bobby. "Say goodbye to your bitch for good," I winked walking away.
Beamer quickly fixed her clothes and began following me. I waited until she got in the car before pulling off. She was too frightened to ask my any questions so th
e whole drive to my spot was a quiet one.
"Get out."
"What are we doing here?" she asked noticing that we were in the middle of nowhere.
"Shut the fuck up and follow me," I snapped.
She followed me into a secluded garage. I closed the door behind her and pulled off my belt.
"Who is Ian, Beamer?" I asked causing her to panic.
"Zoe, I'm sorry."
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I beat her ass with my belt.
"Your mother was struggling with your son and you didn't help. You out here driving Beamers and shit while your son slept under a fucking tree. Your dumb ass let my son go dirty and hungry all because you wanted to be selfish," I lashed out while I beat her childish ass like the child she was.
When I was done, I pulled out my gun to end her life until she stopped me.
"Zoe no, don't do this, I'm pregnant," she cried.
"Why shouldn't I end your sorry ass life?"
"Because I have a second chance to make things right," she sobbed. “I was young a confused then Zoe, but I've matured.
"You so fucking lucky," I said putting my gun away. "I don't want you anywhere near Ian. As far as I'm concerned you only have one child and that's the one you're carrying," I spat leaving her on the ground.
When I made it back to Diamond's house, everyone was taking a nap. Ian was sleeping in bed with Diamond arms wrapped around him. Taking out my phone, I took a picture of them and went up to my office. This house Diamond was living in was supposed to be our family home. I was playing her game for now but once my baby was born, I was moving in.
In my office, I was handling some paperwork for gas stations I planned on opening. My financial advisor told me that investing in gas stations was an excellent move, so I was going by his every word. I wasn't just some hotheaded street nigga. I was a hotheaded street nigga with sense. I was trying to build something to leave for my family whenever it was my time to go. My father left my mother set for life and I planned on doing the same for Diamond and my kids.
JoJo sent me a text telling me to come over. She was supposed to cop a package for me so I assumed that's what she was telling me to come over for. When I made it to JoJo's house, she answered the door naked. I wasn't gonna lie, JoJo’s short ass was on point.
"You got my shit?" I asked.
"Yes daddy, but let me apologize to you first," she said dropping to her knees and grabbing my dick.
I allowed her to free the beast and stuff him down her throat. Her mouth was hot and wet, had my toes curling and shit. JoJo spit, slurped, and licked on my dick as if she was eating a bag of Top Ramen. She gently bit on the tip of my dick then slowly sucked it, running her tongue across it.
"Fuck," I groaned, fucking her face until I was dumping my seeds down her throat.
I watched JoJo throw her dress to the side and start playing with her pussy. JoJo’s pussy was nice and fat. She had her pussy hair shaved into a little heart that was dying to be kissed. Lifting her up, I planted a kiss on her pussy. She tried to get me to eat her out, but it wasn’t going down like that. As a child my mother taught not to eat everything, so if that pussy didn’t belong to Diamond I wasn’t eating it.
Using the tip of my dick, I played with her swollen clit until she came. Turning her around so that she was in a handstand position, I rolled the condom over my dick and stuck my dick deep in her.
“Oooooooooooooooohhhh,” she moaned as I pounded in and out of her. I held on tightly to her legs, as she used her hands to hold herself up. The way JoJo’s pussy was gripping my dick had me biting down hard on my tongue. JoJo had some good pussy; she was in my top five of bitches that was worth me giving the dick to. Although she didn’t hold the number one position, she was runner up. I felt her pussy put my dick into a chokehold before her cum started to drip down my legs.
Pushing her up against the door, I fucked her from the back. JoJo was always into the kissing shit so I always made it my business to fuck her from the back to avoid it. Burying my neck in the crock of her neck, I sucked on her exposed skin causing her pussy to get wetter.
“Damn daddy, fuck this pussy,” she moaned. “Deeeeeeeeeeeee par ZOE!!!!”
Granting her wish, I rammed my dick so far up her pussy I swear I shifted some of her organs. She tried to climb the door to get away from my dick, but I wasn’t having that. I grabbed JoJo by her throat and forced her to take my dick just like she begged for. Gripping every part of her body, I held her down as I fed her nice long strokes. Her legs began to tremble then her body went limp. Tossing her to the floor, I mounted her and drilled my dick in her until I reached my peak. Pulling out my dick, I snatched off the condom and nutted all over her stomach.
“Damn bae that was some good shit,” she huffed.
“Where my shit at?” I asked unfazed.
“You ain’t got to be so damn rude,” she sucked her teeth. “Choppa came and got it.”
“Then why the fuck you made me come down here?” I snapped.
“I just wanted to make it up to you; I’m not tryna stop fucking with you yet.”
“JoJo, man, your mouth too damn foul, you don’t know how to shut the fuck up and be a side bitch.”
“If the money right I can,” she shrugged like what she just said was normal.
Sucking my teeth, I went in the bathroom, took a leak and washed my dick off. Fixing my clothing, I fished through my pockets for my phone and checked the time. I had a few more stops to make before heading over to Diamond’s house, so I decided to head home to take a quick shower.
Dressed in a pair of black Polo joggers, white Polo V-neck and some black and white Polo boat shoes, I unbraided my dreads and allowed my curly locks to fall. I quickly grabbed Ian some clothes and was headed out the house. I was about to hop in the car and head to one of my traps when I was stopped by ma dukes.
“Joshua, where is Ian?” my mother asked walking over to me.
“He’s with Diamond.”
“Diamond? Don’t you think it’s too soon for him to be around a stranger?” She sucked her teeth.
“Ma ke sa ou gen avek Diamond?” (What do you have against Diamond?) I asked.
“Mwen pa remen.” (I don’t like her)
“Pou ki sa?” (Why?)
“Don’t ask me no fucking questions!” she angrily snapped, with her accent booming through her voice.
“Hey Joshua,” my little sister came over to us.
“Hey NuNu, what’s good baby?” I replied reaching for a hug. “Why in the hell you smell like that?” I asked scrunching up my nose in disapproval.
“What?” she innocently asked.
“Since when you started wearing perfume and shit, you’re only nine,” I fussed.
“Mommy bought it for me,” she shrugged.
“Ma, NuNu is too young for that Victoria Secret shit.”
“Joshua, bring me my grandson,” she waved me off.
“Get rid of that shit, NuNu, you got all your life to smell like a grown woman. Enjoy smelling like dirt and sweat while you can,” I lectured.
“Eww dirt and sweat? Really Joshua?” she frowned.
“Where is Ali?” I asked the whereabouts of my other sister.
“She’s with Pete and Janet,” my mother replied.
“Tell her I love her, talk to y’all later.” I kissed them and made my way to my car.
I headed over to my trap to make sure shit was moving smoothly. I asked Choppa and Rich to recruit a few girls because I was going to use them as transporters. It was getting harder and harder for me to transport drugs without being singled out. No one would really suspect a woman, that is why I needed some on my team.
When I made it to my main trap on 13th street, Choppa and Rich were outside passing a blunt back a fourth.
“What’s good my niggas?” I greeted them before grabbing the blunt.
“What it is my boy?” Choppa asked.
“Nothing besides getting my dick sucked,” I laughed grabb
ing my crotch.
“I’m tryna get my dick sucked but Sky playing,” Rich added.
“You still ain’t break in that dyke hoe?” Choppa asked.
“Don’t come at my lil’ mama like that. On some real shit, she about to be wifey but she tripping.”
