He got up from the seat and walked away. I watched him walk away until I saw Lady creeping away out the corner of my eye.
“Where you going?” I asked her.
She looked around before placing her eyes on me. “You talking to me?” she asked.
“I damn sure wasn’t talking to the slots and shits. Yea, I’m talking to you.”
“Oh I don’t know; I was going to go find something else to get into. I’m not having any luck right now and I didn’t want to keep losing my money,” Lady said while fidgeting.
I let a small smile appear on my face, at the fact that she couldn’t look me in the eye. I was going to have fun with the fact that I made her nervous. I was used to it anyways, I seemed to have that effect on chicks.
“Why you acting like that?” I asked as I walked up on her. “I’m not gonna bite you, I mean… unless you’re into that type of shit,” I said while licking my lips.
Her eyes followed the movement of my tongue and I could’ve sworn I heard her breath get caught in her throat. I hit her with a smirk before walking away.
“Come on,” I said without looking back because I was sure she would follow.
On the elevator, her ass was so far away from me, hugging the wall like I was going to attack her or some shit. Before I could say something smart to her ass, my phone vibrated in my pocket for literally the tenth time. Taking both of my phones out of my pocket, I silenced my personal phone just as an incoming text came through.
Lexus: Fuck you, Kasire! You really ain’t shit! You can treat me however you want but I’ll be damned if you throw my baby to the wolves. If you didn’t want to be a daddy you should’ve thought about that shit before you stuck your dick in me! Stupid ass! Answer the fucking phone!!
I just chuckled at her crazy ass before texting her back.
Me: Calm down and take a chill pill man. I’ll be home in a few days and daddy will get you right.
After sending the message, I powered my phone off and ran my hands over my face, stroking my beard I had trimmed before I came out here.
“Helloooo,” Lady snapped to get my attention as she held the elevator door open.
“What man, who the hell you snapping your fucking fingers at?” I asked as I walked past her, bumping into her on purpose.
“Rude ass,” she mumbled behind me.
Ignoring her, I stopped and patted my pockets for my room key while she walked ahead of me. I looked up just as she was swaying her hips in them tight ass pants she had on. Shit, I thought to myself as I adjusted my dick in my pants.
“Aye man, we in here,” I told her as she tried to go to her room.
Opening the door, I let her go in first. She walked in and sat on the bed like this was her room or some shit.
“Who the fuck told you to get comfortable on my bed and shit?”
“Why you gotta be so mean all the time, Sire?” she asked with her face scrunched up.
“I’m not,” I told her as I pulled out my bag of goodies.
“Yes you are. Ever since Ryan introduced us you been looking at me like I killed your dog or something. Then when you open your mouth to speak to me, it’s always some off the wall shit.”
“So what the fuck you gon’ do, cry about the shit?” I questioned as I lit a pre-rolled blunt I had in my goodie bag.
“Nah, I’m definitely not going to do that,” she shook her head.
Taking a toke from the blunt, I sat back in the seat and eyed Lady as she did everything in her power not to make eye contact with me. She continued to run her fingers through her hair and the shit was blowing the high I was trying to get. Getting up, I went to go sit next to her on the bed.
“Here.”
“Oh no,” she shook her head. “I don’t smoke.”
“You need to do something to calm them damn nerves. You sitting over here like you scared a nigga gonna rape you or some shit. Besides, it’s your birthday in a few hours, live a little,” I told her as I gently placed the blunt to her lips.
Giving in, she wrapped her lips around the blunt and inhaled before damn near coughing up a lung. She was bent over the bed being dramatic as hell, like she was dying. I swear this was the funniest shit I had seen all week.
“Damn baby girl, you alright?” I asked through laughter.
“Yea, I’m good,” she said as she continued to cough.
“You sure? I don’t need your little ass dying on my watch.”
She nodded her head as she wiped the tears that had formed in the middle of her eyes.
“Let me try again,” she said as she reached for the blunt.
Giving her the blunt, I sat there and watched her as she took a smaller toke, held it for a little then exhaled. She let out a giggle and I instantly knew then that she was type to be goofy as hell when they’re high.
“Alright, that’s enough of that shit,” I said, trying to snatch the blunt from her.
“Wait, just a little more please?” she asked.
“How you gonna hog my shit?” I laughed.
Once again, she took a toke, but this time she let the smoke come out of her nose like she was some type of pro at this shit or something.
“Alright, you just showing out now,” I said, taking the blunt from her fingers.
She laid back in the bed and started laughing, at what I didn’t know. But whatever it was had her ass in full blown laughter.
“Damn, I’m high,” she laughed.
“Don’t start that tweaking shit. You can go across the hall with all that.”
She sat up on the bed on her elbows and looked at me with low eyes. “Sire, is Sire your real name?”
“Is Lady your real name?” I retorted.
“Yea, according to my birth certificate it is. Now what about you?”
“Mind your fucking business and lick them crusty ass lips or put some Crisco on them bitches or something.”
Lady rolled her eyes as she got up off the bed and stretched, instantly making my dick hard. She didn’t have the body of a supermodel and her stomach had a slight pudge to it, but it was sexy as hell.
“You know what Sire, I like this little asshole personality you got going on. I know somewhere deep in there is a sweetheart. Hopefully you’ll find the right one to bring it out of you one day,” she said while stroking my beard. “Anyway, I’m going across the hall to take a nap until later. Thanks for popping my get high cherry,” Lady laughed before walking towards the door.
“Yo!” I called out to her. She stopped in her tracks and looked at me. “Happy Birthday.”
She hit me with a smile before retreating back to her room.
Seven – Toine
“Open up the door man,” I yelled as I continued to bang on the door.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
“What do you want, Antoine?”
“You know why I'm here, Lala. Tell Junior his daddy here and stop playing with me,” I told baby mama number one.
“AJ not here so come back another day and try again. Maybe you should even try calling first,” Lala said as she tried to shut the door in my face.
I stuck my foot in the door to stop it from closing and Lala let out an exaggerated sigh while rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.
“Well what about you? Can I see you and kick it with you? Damn La, why you always act like you hate a nigga whenever I'm—”
“Uhn uhn,” she cut me off, throwing her hand in my face. “Cut the bullshit, alright Antoine? I told you years ago in that prison, if it wasn't about our son then I didn't want to hear the bullshit. Go spit that shit to them other bobble head ass hoes you knocked up and leave me the fuck alone alright?”
That was usually how conversations went between Lala and I whenever AJ wasn't around. Whenever he was in our presence, she was on her best behavior and acted cordial with me. Other than that, she acted as if she couldn't stand my ass. Out of all my baby mamas, I really feel like Lala could've been that one if I would've just gotten my shit together. She w
as truly the one that got away.
Not only was she the first woman to bear my seed, but unlike my other three baby mamas, she was the only one that I was actually in a relationship with. Lala was way different from the other broads because she didn't depend on me to do shit for her or Junior. She got out there and made shit happen. Anything I did for her or my son was just a bonus.
For a while now, I had been trying to get Lala to put the past behind her and get her to be a family again with our son, but the constant reminder of me cheating on her in the form of my daughter, will always be too much for her. She vowed that she was done with me and would never cross that line with me again and some years later, she's been holding up to that shit.
“Alani, when are you going to cut the bullshit so we can talk about this?” I questioned with frustration written all over my face and evident in my tone.
“Talk about what, Antoine? You fucked around on me, got another bitch pregnant and didn't even have the balls to tell me. Her ass showed up at your court date, looking like she was ready to pop. So please tell me exactly what the fuck we have to talk about?” Lala asked with her voice full of anger.
I put my head down in shame because she was right. Before I was sent to prison all those years ago, all hell broke loose in my life, in that damn courtroom. Not only did I find out that I had to give four years of my life to the system, but my girl found out in the worst way possible that I fucked up in a major way.
No words were even exchanged between Lala and Heaven but it's like she already knew what was up. The look of disgust, brokenness, disappointment and hate on Lala’s face that day before she walked out of that courtroom, is something that I will never forget. I don't even know who the hell told Heaven to show up or what made her think it was a good idea, but it was in that moment my shit came back to bite me in the ass.
“Look Lala, can we go in the house and talk? You got me outside talking like you don't know who the fuck I am and got these nosey ass people all in our business.”
“I don't give a fuck! You put your business in the street all the time, fucking these bitches and having babies left and right, now you ashamed?” she yelled.
Walking up on her, I pushed her ass back in the house because now she was just showing out. Out of all my baby mamas, I wanted to strangle Lala the most. She gave me the least but the most problems at the same time because she knew how to get to me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked. “Showing yo ass and shit.”
“Get out Toine,” she rolled her eyes at me before trying to walk away.
“Fuck outta here,” I huffed, grabbing her arm. “You gonna talk to me like the fucking grown ass woman you are.”
“Go talk to Heaven or Tracy or Iesha, you got a whole team to choose from so why you riding me so hard?” Lala’s smart mouth ass asked while rolling her neck.
“Because you're the only one that matters,” I told her honestly.
My other baby mamas didn't mean shit to me besides the fact they had my kids. Even though they tried hard to mean something to me it just wasn't there. Lala was the one that I would give it all up for whenever she was ready to stop playing games and come home to daddy.
“You know what Antoine, I'm happy to see that you realized you had a good thing. Even with me being young as fuck, only eighteen years old, I still held you down, even when you were in prison. I was out here by myself, raising a two-year-old, pissed off at the nigga I was supposed to be in love with who had knocked another bitch up. I loved you when you didn’t have shit. Do you know this money shit don’t excite or impress me? I don’t ask you for shit, I don’t even allow your son to ask you for shit, even though I know you would be happy and willing to do it for him. But you know what Toine, you’re right. I need to let the past go and move forward because holding on ain’t hurting nobody but me. Therefore, I forgive you,” she stated.
I know I should’ve been happy and jumping for joy about the fact that we could move on from this, but I didn’t like the way Lala said that shit. It was something in her tone that was throwing me off so I had to pick her brain a little.
“So we’re going to put the bullshit behind us and be a family with AJ, right? I mean you can really stop acting like you don’t love a nigga.”
“Give a nigga an inch and he’ll try to take a yard,” Lala mumbled. “No Antoine, definitely not. I love you for giving me the best thing that has ever happened to me but I don’t think that me and you could ever be where we used to be because you fucked that up—”
“But I’m trying Alani, damn!” I yelled.
“Trying by still fucking these bitches all over town and still having babies? You trying, but the first thing you did when you got home from prison was fuck Heaven and get her pregnant yet again? Yea, you’re trying real hard, Antoine,” she said sarcastically.
I just turned and walked out the door to keep myself from choking her ass. At this point, I was done trying with her ass. If she didn’t notice my efforts to make shit right with her and was too busy being caught up on the shit I did wrong in the past, then fuck it. I was going to give her ass what she wanted and move the fuck on. I was doing shit way out of my character anyway. I had never been the type to chase no damn body so I was cutting that shit out now.
-$-
After leaving Lala’s, I got a call from my trouble making ass brother. I really didn’t feel like dealing with his shit right now, but I know it had been months since the last time I talked to him, so I decided to just go ahead and see what he wanted. Before I could even get close to his door, I was smacked in the face by the potent smell of weed.
After knocking on his door, I placed my hand on the handle of my gun and checked my surroundings. This nigga was a Northside nigga to his heart and refused to move out this fucking danger zone, another reason I limited my visits.
“Who you?” some unknown nigga asked as he opened the door.
“Man, watch the fuck out,” I hissed, damn near knocking his ass down as I bumped him out the way to get in the house.
I don't know who the fuck he thought I was or who the fuck he was trying to chump, but he could most definitely kill that shit, especially in my brother’s house. Walking to the back of the house, I burst into my brother’s room where he was sitting on the side of the bed rolling a blunt, while a half-naked bitch lay in his bed.
“Yo, raise the fuck up out of here. Let me holla at him real quick,” I told her.
Without a fight or protest, she got up and left the room, leaving me and Anton to ourselves.
“I see you finally crawled from out of that other nigga’s ass and came to see about a real one, huh?”
“Check it, I know you didn't call me over here for no bullshit Anton, so get to the point,” I told him, already aggravated.
“Nigga, don't act like you don't know who the fuck I am! I'm the nigga who raised you when your punk ass daddy walked out and your hoe ass mama started smoking that glass dick. I was the one who had your back and put you on when nobody wanted to, me nigga. Not no fucking Sire! Remember that shit!” Anton yelled like he wanted to do something.
Big brother or not, I would fuck his ass up in this bitch. Anton had the game fucked up, thinking he did a grand for me and I owed him something. Where he came up with that logic always seemed to puzzle me.
“Nigga, you ain't do shit for me! I got to where I am today because I put in the work and worked my ass off! Not thinking that everything was supposed to come easy to me or with the snap of a finger, like your bum ass. I put my fucking self on, nobody but me! Bum ass nigga, you're the reason I went to prison in the first fucking place, now you remember that shit!”
It was crazy how Anton thought I was going to do something for his ass when his bitch ass was the reason I got locked up anyway. His stupid ass was running from the police and was already on his third strike, so he threw everything on me, said everything was mine and made me do the time that was supposed to be his. I should have cut his ass off then, bu
t I left him alone just off the strength of him being my big brother. But lately, I had been feeling like fuck that nigga.
“Man, chill the fuck out with all that shit, Toine. Yo’ ass barely did any time but yet you wanna keep bitching about that shit. Imagine what the fuck they would've did to my ass. But fuck all of that, you're never and I do mean never supposed to go against family. Blood is always thicker than water, little nigga,” Anton stated like he lived by the shit he talked or something.
“Fuck outta here, that so called blood could be the reason for your downfall,” I spat before walking out the room.
Anton could kiss my ass right along with all his bullshit. He wanted to do all this hollering about blood being thicker than water, when water was the who had my back and looked out for me more than blood had ever done in my twenty-six years of being on this earth. I couldn't count the many times Sire has had my back through whatever bullshit I was going through, when my own brother wasn't around because he was too busy sitting back hating.
Eight – Ryan
“You better know what you doing.”
“If you didn't trust me, you shouldn't have come over or asked me to do it. Now come on,” Candace said before pulling me in the house.
Leave it up to my slick ass to find a way to get next to her and spend some time with her little cute ass. When we were in AC, I asked her if she knew how to twist dreads just to see what she would say, but to my surprise she said yes. Immediately, a lightbulb went off in my head and I told her I needed somebody to re-twist my dreads for me. Usually I would just go to the shop and do it, but since baby girl said she knew how, I was done with that shit.
“Don't get smart,” I said, slapping her on her round ass.
“Uhn uhn, don't be getting fresh with me,” Candace commanded with a fake mean mug on her face and her hands on her hips.
“What you gonna do to me if I do?” I questioned with curiosity, as I walked up on her and stared her down.
For a few seconds, we had an intense staring battle as I towered over her little short ass.
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