She quieted.
“Get that lil nigga,” I ordered pissed.
“Don’t touch my baby! Take what the fuck y’all want. Leave my baby alone,” she shouted.
CLOAK!
THUMP!
Hardheaded, crack head ass, trick. I knocked her stupid ass out with the butt of my gun.
“Fuucckk!” Goat howled, pulling my attention.
Turning, my eyes landed on the lil’ fucker holding a steel baseball bat, swinging it like he’s in the bottom of the ninth and trying to hit a homerun. He musta heard us. His ass looks like he’s ready foe whatever.
“Grab that lil’ fucker,” I seethed.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me. Run y’all punk asses up outta here,” the lil’ bastard growled, as Shark moved towards him.
He swung again, barely missing Shark.
“Let me shoot the lil’ bitch,” Shark growled.
“Leave my baby alone,” the old hoe slurred, trying to sit up.
Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pulled her up, making her wince.
“Listen, lil’ muthafucka, ain’t nobody playin’ wit yo lil slaw ass. Fuck trying’ to hurt yo ass, that ain’t what the fuck this is. Calm yo ass down, or watch me blow yo mammy’s brain outta her skull,” I sneered, while pressing the barrel of my gun to the side of her head.
His resolve began to lessen. He didn’t drop the bat though.
“Drop that shit. Goat, get yo big ass up. Shark, grab his ass. Take’em to the van. Fuck all this bitch shit, act up, bastard, she dies,” I warned.
He eyed his mama. His eyes lingered on hers. I didn’t move my eyes from his to read their interaction. He then eyed the three of us. I read the defiance in his eyes. Lil’ bastard is bold, he got heart. His face turned to a grimace, as he breathe out.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he hissed again, swinging.
CRACK!
“Awww! Fucckk!” Goat howled, again.
CRACK!
“Lil’ fuck boy, my hand!” Shark hissed.
That lil nigga is like a crippled ninja, I thought.
WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP! WHAMP!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Oooaaawww!” The bitch howled out, as I pistol whipped her ass.
She dropped, bleeding from her head and face. My actions grabbed his attention, but not before,
WHACK!
“Summabitch! Get that nigga. Shoot his ass, fuck it,” I howled, holding my fucking jaw.
“Aye, muthafucka,” Shark gritted out, chambering a bullet.
The lil bastard took Goat out. Nigga holding his busted knee. He got to suck that shit up. Muthafucka too damn big too be carrying.
“You got balls, bitch. Yo ass ready to fuckin’ die?” Shark sneered, grabbing his ass round the throat.
He eyed us both with defiance, but didn’t speak.
“Oh shit, he done went mute. Take his bitch ass the fuck up outta here. Goat, hobble yo ass out the door,” I spat.
Shark grabbed the lil bastard by the back of the neck. He hit me wit a smirk, before,
“Seeing you take yo last breath gonna be worth all this bullshit. Let my mama die, I’mma kill you myself,” he let me know, with a deathly calm.
His hoarsely whispered words caused the hair on my arms to stand on end. Brushing his words off, I stepped in his room. The shit is laid out nice as fuck. Lil’ nigga got more expensive shit than muthafuckas that work every got damn day. I ain’t no thieving muthafucka, it’s just some shit shouldn’t be left behind. Gathering his Apple watch and digital game. Looking hard at the machine beside his bed.
“What the fuck is that?” I questioned, out loud.
Lil nigga must be sick. Shaking my head, I stepped over the old hoe as she laid spread out bleeding. She would be a baddie if she had some weight on her. Without another thought, I walked back through the apartment the same way we came in.
Stepping out the back door, I caught Juke, Bumps, Bear, minus Lester, coming from the back.
“No witnesses,” I stated.
“No witnesses,” they repeated, as we climbed into the van.
“Damn, Goat, the fuck happen to yo ass?” Juke called out.
“Fuck you,” Gritted out.
“Juke, drive, nigga. Shark, secure that lil’ fucker,” I ordered.
They moved without words.
“Damn, do y’all suck his dick and roll over too?” The lil’ fucker taunted.
“Shut the fuck up,” Shark barked.
“I can’t wait to see the shit my cousin gonna do to y’all asses. She’s sick with a knife,” he taunted.
“Yo big bitch of a cousin is fucking dead, lil bitch,” I spat.
He turned towards me. I thought he would cry, but he smirked.
“Yo ass don’t even believe that shit,” was all he said, before Shark placed a handkerchief in his mouth, tying it.
He didn’t blink or flinch, he just held his stare on me. Eyeing his ass back. His eyes changed colors as an evil gleam sparked in them. Breaking our stare off, I faced the windshield. I ain’t letting that lil nigga shake me. One lil’ hiccup don’t stop the fuckin’ show. The top dawg is back, muthafuckas bout to bow down to my ass. King of the Hood bout to get dethroned, any peasant summabitch that don’t fall in line, can catch the same fate as all the other muthafuckas who didn’t bow down when given the chance.
Stone
‘Augusta Medical’
Eyeing Neesha, I could tell my words didn’t soothe her. I don’t know what the fuck is going on with everyone tonight. Muthafuckas done lost they damn minds coming foe my queen. Holding her hand while she fought almost took me out. I wanted to trade places with her. Hearing my soldier’s heartbeat, solidified what I had been feeling. They both are meant to be here in my life.
“Ryco.”
My steps halted. I just know my ears are playing trick on me. I didn’t move.
“Ryco.”
My ears ain’t playing tricks on me, I thought, as I turned. My eyes landed on the man who raised me, who loved me, who taught me to be a fuckin’ man. He has given me everything. Now, without hearing my call, he’s come to give me his strength.
“Gramps, wha’chu, wha’chu doing here? You shouldn’t be here. How you know I was here? How you feeling?” I fired off, moving towards him.
He’s standing strong, with the help of his walking stick. I can’t lie, whatever that natural healer is doing for his ass, it’s working. Smooth was right behind him just in case. He’s loyal and a damn good friend.
“My boy, where else would I be? You need me. We saw the news. How’s yo queen?” He spoke, engulfing me in a hug.
He would hug me occasionally growing up. After losing my family, I would go dark at times. Nothing could pull me out of it, nothing but his hugs. He would tell me he knew when I needed one. He’s always been right, and never stingy. He would give me his strength. The exact way he’s doing now.
“Um, her heartbeat dropped twice. Someone tried to kill my babies. I love her, Gramps. She’s fighting. I’m killing everybody who had something to do wit this shit. My solider, Gramps, he’s fighting too, I heard his heartbeat. I need her, Gramps,” I rambled, into his neck.
He rubbed my back, giving me exactly what I needed.
“Sit. Who’s the lovely ladies wit you?” He questioned.
Turning like I’m just remembering they are even there.
“That’s Neesha, my Stallion’s aggy ass cousin, and Banks’ woman. And, um, Kimmy, she’s bougie, best friends wit Stallion, and got a thing foe white chocolate,” I introduced.
“Stone, you confused, bastard. I’mma get yo ass back,” Neesha spat, causing Gramps to chuckle.
“Me too. I’m not bougie, nigga,” Kimmy sassed.
“Bullshit,” I grumbled.
“Ryco,” Gramps chided.
I just shrugged.
THAWACK!
“Damn, Gramps, you tryin’ to put my ass in here?” I screeched, grabbing my leg.
Neesha and Kimmy g
iggled, while Smooth smirked.
“Behave. Now, how y’all two beautiful ladies doing?” He questioned, turning on the charm.
“We’re holding on, just want them to both be okay,” Neesha answered.
Kimmy nodded in agreement.
“Ryco, pull up a chair and sit. What’s her injuries?” Gramps questioned, eyeing me.
Doing as I was told, I grabbed a chair, pulling it before him then sitting.
“She was shot in the neck and chest,” I answered, barely audible.
“She in surgery?” He asked.
“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, thinking bout my Stallion.
He tapped my thigh, causing me to look up at him.
“She’s a warrior, son. She ain’t leaving you. Stop thinking that shit. What do you know bout the shit that happened?”
His strongly spoken words caused me to sit up straighter.
“Some, ugly, no balls having, pussy lipped, bastard, did that fuck shit,” Neesha spat, causing us to look at her she just stared back at us.
“Yeah, wit that description, we know exactly who it is,” I added, smartly.
THAWACK!
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He didn’t say shit, he just stared at me. I’mma burn that damn stick. Sighing while rubbing my thigh.
“That fuck boy, Turtle. I found out one of the dancers Stallion fired had threaten her. Racks and Banks is still there, they haven’t checked in yet,” I filled him in.
“Smooth,” was all he said.
Smooth stood, walking towards the other side of the room while pulling his cell out.
“You call her mama?” Gramps asked.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Neesha, yo ass call yo aunt?” I questioned.
She cut her eyes at me.
“Tried, didn’t get an answer. Knowing Auntie, she saw it on the news, and is on her way here,” she answered, staring at me.
Throwing my head back on the chair, I’m trying to pull up those last moments before shit went left. We walked down the stair case, I spoke on how sexy she looked, which wasn’t a lie. She hasn’t gained any weight from what I could tell. My titties, ass, and thighs, looked larger though. She eyed me like she wanted to eat me alive before telling me,
“I’mma fuck the shit out yah sexy ass tonight. I’m horny as fuck.”
I had to bite my lip. I started to take a detour back to her office. She read my mind though.
“Don’t even go there, we got tonight all the way into the morning. The shit I plan to do to you, my office ain’t big enough. How do you feel bout learning about me owning this place?”
She paused in her steps, as she waited for me to answer her ass. I turned, looking down into her beautiful face.
“Honestly, I’m surprised as fuck. I wouldn’t never guessed a female got this type of skills. Now, I know not only are you beautiful, sexy, you a wise business woman. I’m wrong as hell foe judging yo ass. Yo ass didn’t deserve none of my words,” I answered her, honestly.
She smiled brightly at me, before pulling my lips to hers. Engaging in what had got to be a soul connecting kiss. Something was different about it. I could feel it in my bones. I believe she felt it too. Pulling back, we stared into one another’s eyes. Something changed between us in that moment. She clasped my hand, while mouthing something. I didn’t question it at the time.
“Stone.”
The broken call of my name caused me to lift my head, then stand.
“Stone, tell me my baby is good. Tell me, Stone. I need to know that my baby and grandbaby is good. I need to hear you tell me that.”
Mama Godwin’s pained voice, full with anguish, caused me to brace myself as she barreled towards me. Wrapping my arms around her trying to relieve her pain while giving her hope. I held her as she sobbed. I’ve learned over time just how close they truly are.
Ever since Stallion confirmed she was carrying my baby, I’ve been stuck to her like glue. We’ve been talking, love making, sexing, fucking, all that good shit. I’ve apologized to her ass every damn day foe the shit I said and how I treated her. Getting to know her on a deeper level has been everything. I’ve admitted to myself she did intimidate me, but not in the way Racks spoke on. She made feelings I’ve never had surface. I knew she could make me love her in ways I never loved anyone. That scared me. I didn’t know if I could handle it. Losing her would destroy me.
“She’s in surgery. Last I heard, my lil solider, yo grandbaby, was doing good. I heard his heartbeat. She’s fighting, I know she’s gonna pull through. I love her,” I finally answered.
She lifted her head at my words.
“Thank God. I know you love her, anybody who meets yah ass will know that. They showed the shit on the news. They’re not naming Preshus as the owner. Do you know who could’ve done this shit?” She questioned.
“Not yet,” I answered.
I ain’t telling her ass that shit. Ain’t no telling what her ass would do.
“But you got an idea,” she stated, with her eyebrow raised.
“Something like that,” I stated, vaguely.
“Um hum, well, when yo ass get the sorry summabitches that hurt my babies, I want to be there to torture them sorry, no balls having, bastards. Nobody fucks wit my babies,” she sneered, causing me to take a step back.
“Got damn,” Gramps hissed.
“That’s my aunt,” Neesha cheered.
Kimmy just shook her head.
“How bout you sit and rest yo nerves. Where’s Wilbur?” I suggested, maneuvering her to my vacant seat.
I don’t really give a fuck bout Wilbur and his bitch ass sons. They part of my Stallion’s heart, so I’m trying.
“Um, Wilbur is parking the truck. He was a little upset,” she answered.
I eyed her for a sec. Something’s behind that shit. His ass better get his fucking mind right. He means something to them, he don’t mean shit to my ass. I focused on the other two females.
“Y’all need something?” I asked.
They both looked at me, eyeing me funny.
“Who the hell is you? You ain’t never been cordial to our asses,” Neesha taunted, causing Kimmy to giggle.
“Shut yo ass up. That right there is why I don’t fuck wit y’all aggy asses,” I spat.
“Pssh, whatever, yah ass don’t have a choice now, witcho rude ass. Ain’t no way you got yo manners from Gramps. He’s all handsome and distinguished, he put yo mix matched ass to shame. Auntie, this is Gramps,” Neesha sassed, causing Gramps to smooth down his beard.
“Fake asses,” I grumbled.
“Ryco, behave,” Gramps chastised, causing them to smile brightly.
He stood before Mama Godwin.
“It’s a pleasure, beautiful. I can see where Preshus got her beauty from. God has truly blessed you both. I’m guessing she also got her tenacity, work ethic, and talent, from you also. I told my son, she’s a warrior, along wit our lil’ solider. They are gonna make it,” he spoke, getting all Denzel Washington on her ass.
Mama Godwin blushed slightly.
“Thank you,” she breathe out.
Shaking my head, I moved to the wall.
“Um, Stone, did they say how long the surgery would last?” Mama Godwin asked.
Blowing out a breath as I closed my eyes recalling what the surgeon had said.
“Yeah, um, they said hours. The placement of the bullets are in very sensitive areas. Add in the fact that she’s pregnant, they don’t want to rush it,” I explained, as best as I could.
My answer was met by silence. Waiting has never been part of my character. This night did not start out how I planned it. Nobody could’ve prepared me for seeing my woman sitting in the office of ‘Creamy Pies’ on her boss shit. She’s the fuckin’ truth, my fuckin’ Stallion. I need her ass.
Two hours later…….
“They need to come tell us something shit. Moving us to this lil ass room ain’t nothing,” Neesha spat, pacing the floor.
Noddi
ng in agreeance. A nurse came out bout an hour ago, letting us know it’s been touch and go wit Preshus. She let us know of the patient family waiting room. Now, here we are, waiting on the next update.
The room door opened, Wilbur walked in. This was our first time seeing his ass.
“Wilbur, it’s about time. Where you been?” Mama Godwin questioned.
He didn’t answer for staring at me.
The room door open again. Every head turned in it’s direction. The four men standing there all look like they are ready for whatever. I know it’s only two that’s real with they shit. With the way I’m feeling, somebody might die in this bitch tonight.
Banks
“Yo ass gotta drive a bit mo’ faster. Stone ass finna fuck up some shit, I can fucking feel it,” I urged Racks.
Our asses done got all the info we need, then some.
“No doubt,” was all he said, turning into the hospital parking lot.
SCREECHHHHH!
“Damn, nigga,” I shouted, rubbing my forehead.
“Shut that shit up,” he barked, throwing the truck in park.
“Yo ass gonna get a ticket,” I warned.
Negro parked in a handicap park.
“I wish the fuck I would,” he barked, walking round the front of the truck.
He’s all types of pissed. Shit, I am too. My fucking woman was in that building too. I could’ve lost my fucking heart. Preshus is fighting for her life. Fuck it, everybody dying.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. Can I help you?”
Halting our steps, we faced the voice. Some overly made up, tight scrubs wearing female, is staring at us while biting her lip.
“Nawl, we good,” Racks answered.
I wasn’t saying shit.
“Are you sure? It would be a shame if y’all got lost,” she persisted.
“He said it, didn’t he? How fucking hard is it to maneuver a damn hospital? It’s maps and shit,” I snapped, causing her to recoil.
She recovered, smoothing down her scrub top.
“Suit yourself. But if you told me the patient’s name, I would be able to tell you the exact room without you reading the signs,” she explained, with a lil’ sass, once she got herself together.
Racks and I looked at each other.
“That does make sense,” Racks mumbled.
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