BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
“Sarah, get that shit,” Stone yelled, causing Mrs. Casthill to flinch so hard her neck cracked.
We heard the front door open, then muffled voices then the door closed. Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.
“Mrs. Casthill, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, ordering a hit, bribery, and attempted murder of one Kimmy Blanks,” the officer called out, upon walking in the room.
Her eyes widened, as she tried to straighten herself.
“Young man-” she started.
“Officer,” he snapped.
“Officer, you must be mistaken, I haven’t done any of those things. I don’t even know of the persons in which you are speaking of,” she argued, with her nose in the air.
“Ma’am, place your hands behind your back,” he ordered, disregarding everything she said.
She stared at him with her mouth open.
“Now,” he barked, causing her to jump, but finally comply.
He pulled his cuffs, locking them around her wrists, while reading her, her rights.
“This isn’t over. I will have your badge for this. Kimmy, you’re just like your money hungry, whore of a mother. You will not spend a cent of my money. I will make sure of that,” she yelled, as she was walked out the house.
“That’s what the fuck she thinks. Her dumb ass won’t see the light of day ever again,” Racks grumbled, in my ear.
We turned to leave, and at the same time, Joseph Casthill flatlined. I know I probably should have felt something, but nothing, absolutely nothing, but a sense of peace over took me. The staff, along with the on duty nurse, rushed to him as we made our way outside.
“Are you okay?” Racks questioned.
“I’m fine, thanks to you. Thank you, guys, for coming, it means a lot to me to have your support. So, can I now call y’all my big brothers?” I questioned, teasing.
“Hell nawl, wit yo aggy ass,” Banks blurted out.
Stone didn’t say anything, he just looked at me.
“What, Stone? You really should stop doing that eye movement shit. It’s creepy as hell,” I chided,
He hit me with a smirk without words.
Buzz, Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.
“Shit,” Banks snapped, pulling his phone outta his pocket.
“Whaddup, Neesha?” He answered.
“Hol’ up, hol’ the hell up, girl,” he snapped, putting the phone on speaker.
“Repeat that shit,” he urged.
“Stone, get to the hospital. They are bout to do an emergency c-section on Preshus. Something about her heart,” she repeated, sounding close to tears.
“Aiight, we coming,” Banks stated before...
SCRECCCCHHHHH!
“Dayyuumm, how the fuck he got the keys to my shit?” Banks wondered, while climbing in the backseat of Racks’ truck.
“I’m going too,” Gregory hollered out before climbing in his car.
No one said anything as Racks started the truck, and threw on the flashers as he hightailed it out the driveway.
“God, please let them both pull through. We can’t handle anymore loss, not now God. Amen,” I whispered a quick prayer.
Looking quickly at Banks, his face was a mask of worry, mixed with determination. Cutting my eyes at Racks, his face mirrored Banks. Reaching over, I pulled his right hand free from the steering wheel. Clasping his fingers with mine, I gave him a squeeze of reassurance and comfort. Everything will be good. It just have to be, God wouldn’t bring them through all of the things they’ve been through just to leave them now.
Stone
“They’re good, I know it. The got to be. They have been fighting all this time. Stallion is twenty weeks, that’s too damn early,” I grumbled, to myself, while breaking the speed limit and running red lights.
It’s a damn good thing we weren’t too far from the hospital. All morning I’ve had a strange feeling. I didn’t ignore it, I just didn’t fed into it. Things had settled going back to how they were, but better. I’ve been spending everyday this last month with Stallion, talking to her.
She would squeeze my hand in response to some of the things I told her. I informed her about the dealership and the club. She squeezed my hand in response. I took it as she agreed with my decisions. I also talked to my lil solider. I actually felt his lil’ ass kick. It was strong too.
Since being made aware of his presence, all I’ve ever wanted was to be a better man for them both. Gramps is proud of me. Hell, he’s proud of all of us. Banks, Racks, and I, have decided to promote some of Dem Boyz so that we can be mo’ involved in our other businesses.
SCRECHHHHHH!
Throwing the truck in gear, turning it off, I jumped out.
“Sir, you can’t park there. It will be towed if left there,” some bitch ass voice called out.
“Tow the bitch then,” I barked, without breaking my stride.
Muthafuckas gonna die with this bullshit. Taking the elevator to her floor.
Ding.
I all but jogged out that bitch once the doors open.
“Stone, they moving her to labor and delivery. Mama Godwin’s up there. I stayed down here to tell you. Sixth floor, Stone,” Neesha let me know, upon seeing my figure.
Hugging her quick, we retreated back to the elevators. God must be on my side today, I thought, as the doors open. Without waiting, we stepped inside, pushing the correct floor number. Bouncing on my toes, this anticipation was fucking with my ass bad. I ain’t never been through no shit like this, at all.
‘Ding’
“Open, open, open, don’t get slaw now,” I urged the doors.
Before they open completely, I was squeezing my big ass through them bitches.
“Lawd, you done broke the elevator doors. I ain’t never seen no shit like that before. Yah ass ain’t human,” Neesha rambled, trying to keep up with my ass, as I jogged down the hall.
“Mr. Brickwood, let me explain what’s going on. Preshus began having heart palpitations early this morning. We’re not sure of the cause. Do you recall me telling you early on, that the growth of the baby may cause Preshus’ heart and lungs to work harder?”
I nodded, not really listening to his ass.
“That’s what’s going on right now. Also, Preshus began waking up. Even though she may know where she is mentally, it’s still scaring her. We tried talking to her to calm her down, it hasn’t worked like we’d hoped. Her mother spoke to her and she calmed a little, but not much. We need you to put on what the nurse has for you. It’s important that you are in the operating room,” he finished explaining.
I stood stalk still at his words.
“Go ahead, Stone, they need you,” Neesha urged, pushing me slightly.
Nodding, I followed the doctor. A white, short ass nurse, handed me some scrubs.
“You can step right in there. They should fit, I gave you our largest set size,” she let me know.
Without words, I stepped in the restroom. Changing quickly, I gathered my clothes. Stepping back out, I placed them in the plastic bag that was provided for me. She held it as I dropped my clothes inside. She eyed me funny for a second. I’mma let it slide. These damn scrubs fitting on my ass like some compression shit.
“I can lock this bag up, or hand it to your waiting party,” she mention.
“My waiting party,” I grumbled, before walking off.
I ain’t got time to explain to her ass what the fuck would happen to this bitch if my shit came up missing.
“This way, Mr. Brickwood,” the doctor called out.
Turning to his voice, I followed him. He pushed open the double sterile sliver doors with his back. Stepping through them, my eyes landed on my Stallion. As bad as I wanted to just lift her up off that table to make everything better, I restrained myself.
“I need you to sit by her head on the stool. She’s been giving an epidural, so from the waist down, she’s numb. She’s on a mild sedative, just to keep her under duri
ng the proceeded. She can hear you though, so talk to her,” he explained, while leading me to the stool.
Taking a seat, I looked down at Stallion’s face, she looked pissed. Her face was frowned up.
“Stallion, wha’s wrong? Straighten yo face up. Yah ass gonna be old foe yo time wit wrinkles and shit. Our lil’ solider bout to be born. I’m proud of you. I’ll be right here through everything, I ain’t going no fucking where,” I let her know.
Her face relaxed at my words. Which caused my heart rate to speed up with that knowledge.
“I love yo ass, Stallion, you know that, right? So, yo lil’ mean ass was trying to wake up, huh? You missed me too, huh? I knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” I boasted.
Her frown reappeared.
“The hell yo ass tryin’ to say? You better clear that shit. Yo ass acting up, fa’real,” I fussed.
Her face relaxed. I could’ve sworn she rolled her eyes.
“I’mma get yo ass fa’ that fucked up shit,” I warned.
“Okay, Mr. Brickwood, I’m about to make an incision into Preshus’ abdomen, then her uterus. She will feel me tugging, but that’s it. You can look over the curtain if you want, I don’t really advise it. Most men can’t handle the amount of blood that’s shown,” he explained.
“Do yo thang, doc. Just make sure they both survive,” I answered, eyeing him.
“Yes, sir,” he spoke, holding my eye.
I met him bout a month ago. He’s her OB/GYN. I’ll ask her ass later why the hell she got a male pussy doctor. He’s been keeping an eye on them both. He began giving her a steroid shot to help make sure our lil’ soldier’s lungs develop.
“Umph,” Preshus grunted.
“You felt that? Everything’s okay. You know I won’t let anything happen to you,” I assured her, grabbing her hand.
“Umph,” she grunted again.
“Okay, Mama, Daddy, we got a beautiful baby boy,” he announced, while pulling my son out.
Tears fell without my permission as my eyes landed on him.
“Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?” He asked.
“Nawl, doc, that’s on you. I’ll get the next one,” I declined.
He chuckled before cutting the cord.
“Waaaaa, Waaaaa, Waaaaaaa.”
“He sounds like a mewling cat,” I chuckled, without removing my eyes from him as the doctor handed him off to the nurse.
“Aww, precious, all this pretty blonde hair is just too much,” she cooed.
Leaning down, I placed a kiss on Stallion’s lips.
“Thank you, I love you,” I whispered in her ear.
Moving to my son, he was still hollering his lungs out. He’s so small, but bigger than I thought he would be.
“Hey, big man. Look at you looking just like yo daddy, I love you, man, keep fighting, and getting bigger,” I cooed, rubbing my finger on his lil’ arm.
“Daddy, we’ll be taking him up to the NICU. We’ll clean him up, weigh, and measure him. Then, the doctor will come in and exam him. You will be able to show him off through the glass to any family members. But only you, Mama, and one other authorized person, will be allowed to come inside with him. We’ll take great care of him. Okay?” She explained to me, smiling slightly.
Nodding, I stepped closer to her. I bent down so that everyone in the room wasn’t privy to my words.
“Listen to me good. That’s my heart in human form yo ass is holding. Anything, and I do mean anything, happens to him, life as you know it will be over for you, and anyone who’s connected to you.”
Leaning back so that she could see the truth of my words. She nodded her head in understanding. Just about the entire staff knows who the fuck I am. Some of the nurses actually tried to fuck me. Neesha caught one brushing up on me, and beat the bitch naked. Security tried to ban Neesha. Banks wasn’t having that shit though. A few choice words, tied with promises, had old boy walking a different walk and singing a different tune.
Stepping back outta her personal space, I eyed her as she carefully placed my son in the incubator thing.
“Mr. Brickwood, we’ve closed Preshus up. She’s doing wonderful so far. Her blood pressure is steady. She stays like this throughout the night, we’ll be able to operate on her neck first thing in the morning. She’s truly a remarkable young woman,” he informed me.
“That she is,” I mumbled, in agreeance, while staring at my Stallion.
All this time, all these years, this moment right here has made everything worth it. I’ve made vows and promises that I will uphold, or die trying. My future just expanded into something absolutely phenomenal.
King of the Hood, I will always be. Father and husband added to that title, makes it priceless. I’m great at everything I do, I don’t fail or concede. I be damn if I start now, when the two most important people in my life needs me the most. Never count me out, never sleep on what you believe, but don’t know. I will always come out on top, it’s just that now my Stallion and lil’ solider breaking through that bitch too.
Epilogue
Preshus
‘Stone’s Home in Augusta Georgia’
**Eight Months Later**
“Stone, come hand me Femi please. He’s hungry,” I called out, from my position in the recliner.
All of this has been a journey. I still have a long way to go. Those gunshots damaged my body, while weakening me at the same time. Due to the bullet that was in my neck, I suffer with sporadic nerve damage. I lose the feeling in my left arm and leg, at times. I’m doing physical therapy three times a week. The damage to my heart at the moment is irreparable. The nick to my artery was damaged more than they initially thought. I get winded, and sometimes, very weak. I have to do breathing exercises, along with wearing a pacemaker.
From the moment I woke up, which was two days after my neck surgery. I’ve been working, doing everything in my power to get back to the old me. Doctors have told me I may never be fully mobile under my own strength. I’m not letting that stop me from fighting through my injuries though. I use a mobile chair now at times as a precaution. I had to wait to see my son, which I didn’t appreciate, at all, but understood.
“Come on, big man. You gotta get off the titty, or share. Daddy ain’t sucked a nipple in months. When I did, that nasty ass milk came out,” Stone cooed, while lifting Femi.
He immediately stopped crying to stare at his daddy. It’s crazy how much they look alike. Twins ain’t even a strong enough word to describe them. When I woke, I told him his name, he accepted it without argument. I was surprised, and grateful, that he did. It really stuck with him when I told him what it meant.
“Hand me my baby, Stone. My breasts aching, they’re too full. Can you get my breast pump too, please?” I urged.
Femi takes the nipple and the bottle. Since, at times, I’m out of it, he can still feed. The nutrition nurse tried to tell me he wouldn’t take both. I ignored her ass, so did my mother. She taught me how to get Femi to take both. He’s so damn greedy, it really wasn’t hard.
“We coming, I gotcha, here yo go, be careful, Stallion,” he let me know, while handing me Femi.
“Thank you. Hey, big man, you hungry? Mama got her man, man,” I cooed, while resting him on my breastfeeding pillow, then placing my breast in his mouth. He immediately latched on. He started humming as he sucked.
When he first did it in the hospital, it tickled me to death. My mom told me I did the same thing as a baby. His appetite was hearty. He was born weighing almost two pounds. He was at five pounds in under a week. Now, at eight months, no one could tell he was a preemie.
“How’s the club and the dealership doing?” I questioned, eyeing a drooling Stone.
He blinked, then licked his lip.
“Oh, um”-he paused- “they’re good. The girls say they miss you. Business is even better than before. Kimmy and Neesha are handling the dealership,” he answered, without removing his eyes from my breast.
“Stone, stop staring, you still have
about four months to go,” I teased, causing him to pout.
Giggling at his reaction, I stared down into the face of one of the most lovable, adorable, mean spirited, unique looking baby boy, to ever grace the Earth. His hair was thick and blonde. The pediatric nurses fell in love with him. Some of them nurse hoes almost got fucked up.
“Why I gotta wait foe four months? That’s long as hell,” he complained.
“I told you, I’m breast feeding until he’s a year old,” I reminded him.
He nodded slowly, like he understands, but doesn’t want to.
“I’mma go to my office to make some calls, handle some business. You good?” He questioned, causing me to giggle harder.
“M’kay,” I giggled out.
He walked over, dropping a kiss on my lips, then Femi’s forehead, which caused him to growl.
“Lil’ greedy ass,” Stone grumbled, walking off.
Femi doesn’t like to be bothered at all when he’s feeding and sleeping. The first time I saw him frown up, all I could think was he looked just like his daddy. Since waking up, I learned a lot of what I missed out on. Things that I knew had happened was confirmed. Kenya being killed by Racks didn’t surprise me.
The torture Stone put Turtle through was so fascinating, I hate I missed it. I asked why no one recorded it. That just earned me a lot of funny looks. Learning Lester died from Turtle’s orders pissed me off. I told Stone he was the one who shot me. He was ready to put Lester’s body back together, just to torture his ass. Learning that Seaqual kicked their asses when they tried to grab him, made me proud.
What really surprised me was what happened to Ocean, Bethany, and Mrs. Casthill. Bethany was convicted of drug trafficking, distribution, attempted murder, conspiracy to falsify documents, along with planting and setting me up. She received fifty years, then was sent off to Mulberry’s Women Institute of the criminally insane. Mrs. Casthill didn’t even make it to her preliminary hearing thing. She was denied bail. The prosecutor received all types of evidence from the men who she hired to kill Kimmy.
The prosecutor even received the money orders, bank statements, rental car registry, everything. She couldn’t say shit, from my understanding. Even her lawyer was stumped, and told her to take a plea deal, to which she refused. She was transported back to her cell, where she didn’t leave…. Alive.
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