by Nikki Brown
“Look at this nigga.” Jaako smirked.
“Well the first thing you need to do is go get yo’ shit lined up nigga, you look like a fucking homeless person.” Omari joked, and he was probably right because I wasn’t keeping myself up like I normally would. Ever since Heaven died I didn’t have a reason to. I guess if I was gonna be representing the family business, I couldn’t look like a bum.
“Shit has been rough, man.”
“I know, and I can’t even imagine.” Omari said shaking his head.
“I’m getting better though. I need to go by her grave today. I ain’t been in over a month and that shit been bothering me.”
They nodded, which was the norm during conversations like this. They just let me talk and get it all out, I get the occasional head nod or a “bruh it’s gonna be alright” here and there. Mama was the only one who went in depth with me, these niggas were too hard to get in their feelings ‘bout shit like that.
“Well shit we done here, I just needed to crunch some numbers to see if we were good to open up another smoke shop.”
“Yo, them shits doing hella good.” I gave him props because that’s all people were talking about, Barnes Smoke House. Hell, this nigga was inspiring me to want to do my own shit. “Got a nigga wanting to get his grown man on.”
“Nigga you should, we all should. I ain’t trying to do this forever.”
“Exactly, that’s why I got Yameka looking into me opening a little soul food diner. I want something to fall back on when this shit gets old.”
“I want a car wash, something that I ain’t got to do much with but collect.” I rubbed my hands together. “I ain’t trying to make a bunch a money then be so tied up in the business I can’t enjoy it. Restaurant shit is time consuming.”
“Yo’ ass sound like Jaako. The shit can run itself if you hire the right people.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I waved him off.
“Y’all got all this shit going, y’all trying to put my woman to work. Making sure I don’t get no pussy.” Jaako flipped us off and we laughed. Yameka was our lawyer and she not only handled our criminal stuff, she handled other shit like contracts too. So, if we were all doing shit she was the one to handle it.
“Sorry, bruh.” Omari shrugged his shoulders and looked at his watch. “Shit, I forgot Zemia’s parents and brother was coming over and shit. I gotta go.”
“Yeah, I told Yameka I was gonna spend time with her today.” Jaako’s words kinda dragged off and then they both looked at me apologetically. I held my hands up to stop any apologies that were sure to come.
“Y’all good, I want y’all to be nothing but happy. I’m good I promise. I’m ‘bout to go chill at Heaven’s grave and talk to her a little bit then go see the twins and Mama ‘cause you know her ass is right over there.”
“Hell yeah.” Omari chimed in and we laughed. Ever since them babies were born if you were looking for Mama and she wasn’t at work she was somewhere with Chelley and the twins.
I said goodbye to my brothers and headed back out to my car. I got in and I just sat there for a minute. I looked at the passenger seat and remembered all the good times I shared with Heaven. She was the definition of a rider.
“I’m on my way to see you, baby.” I patted the seat then let the engine on my Camaro roar and for good measure, I spent my tires and burnt out of the parking lot.
I turned on that old school Biggie which was Heaven’s favorite and let the sounds pump through my system. I was at peace, if just for a moment. I had to smile as I thought about her sitting beside me trying to rap the lyrics. I was so into my memories that I had to do a double take as I rode by and noticed Krista walking into the house with Perry or his fucking lookalike.
I rolled slowly down the road and tried to tell myself that I didn’t just see that shit. As I was rolling, I rolled up on a car that looked just like Perry’s car. I turned around and parked right behind it. The cemetery where Heaven was buried was right down the road from where Krista and Jaako used to live. I never really paid attention to it until right now and I’m glad I fucking did.
I grabbed my gun and got out of the car. Maybe this was just a coincidence and he just met her. I mean we all know Krista will fuck the devil for the right amount of money so that very well could have been it, but I needed to see because if his ass was fucking us over, I needed to handle his ass and quick. I brought his ass in and I would never want to see my brothers take the fall for that.
I walked up on the porch and the door was still cracked and I listened to what they were saying, I wanted to make sure that it was something before I reacted.
“Listen you can’t run. I need you, because I can’t go to jail.” I heard Krista say.
“I don’t want to go to jail either, but you don’t understand that if we testify we’re dead and all our family is too.” Testify? Against whom I thought to myself.
“They are not everything people talk them up to be. I know for a fact they don’t go after families because they don’t believe in that. So, all of that is just hype. Just man up and let’s do this then we can live happily ever after.” This bitch.
“I did not fuck him, we were just talking.”
I walked in the house without them noticing me. “Don’t believe that shit homey.” They both turned to me with their mouths hanging open. “Who the fuck you testifying against?”
“Man, I don’t know what you talking about. I—I’m just here with my lady trying to chill. What you doing here?”
“Oh, Krista didn’t tell you we used to fuck. She was supposed to be pregnant with my baby, but I beat it out of her.” I smirked.
“Fuck you, Denari,” She yelled with tears in her eyes. “He’s lying Perry.”
“Again, who the fuck you testifying against, because if you on some bullshit, which it sounds like you are, I’ma just dead both you bitches right now and be done with it.” I shrugged my shoulders and pointed my gun at Perry and before I could get a round off I felt the bullet pierce my chest.
“Fuck!” I heard Perry yell.
“You got ‘em, baby!” Krista hoe ass said. I couldn’t go out like this. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and pushed a button that I was hoping was dial so I could call the last person I called which was O. “Muthafucka deserves to die.” She leaned over me and spit.
“We got to get out of here.” Perry yelled, and I could hear them moving around the house. I was gasping for air, it was becoming harder and harder to breath. Next thing I know I heard the door shut as soon as did I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and hit dial because I didn’t before. It rang and rang and then went to voicemail.
“Perry is a—” was all I got out before everything faded to black.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Omari
Zemia’s brother, Lyndon, turned out to be cool as fuck. We hung out a lot after we met that first time. He moved in with me and Zemia for a while until we put him to work and he was able to get his own place. At first, Zemia was against him being in the game, but like I told her if I don’t put him on he’s gonna go somewhere else and get put on and that’s where he would get into trouble. Once I broke it down for her, she agreed.
Lyndon was a fucking natural; I didn’t have to teach him much. He mostly did the THC vape juice with me, he damn near ran the fucking smoke shop by himself which was why I wanted to open another one.
We were currently chilling at the house playing the Xbox. Zemia was in the kitchen with her mother trying to learn to cook. My baby was not domesticated at all, but seeing as though her ass is pregnant she needed to learn. She still hadn’t told me that she was pregnant and I was giving her ‘til the end of the week to do it or we were gonna have some got damn problems.
“How Kayson doing with them twins?” Her stepdad asked.
“They doing real good, that nigga love being a daddy. I don’t know how they are doing it with two babies, but they are.”
“Two kids are a lot.” Her step dad laughed. “I co
uldn’t have kids of my own, so when I got to raise these two it was a blessing, but I didn’t have to do the baby stage.”
“I want that.” I said loud enough for them to hear in the kitchen. A glass was dropped, and I knew Zemia was the one that dropped it and I smirked. Sneaky heffa.
“You do?” Lyndon asked.
“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged, and we went back to playing the game.
A little while later, we were told that dinner was done. We all washed up and got ready to eat. We cut the game off and I turned the news on. I liked watching the news while I ate. Mama got me into that old person shit and it never left me. We all sat down and Zemia said grace. She took one bite of food and then took off down the hall to the bathroom.
I smiled and wiped my mouth with my napkin and went to follow her. I got to the back and she was tossing her cookies in the bathroom. I leaned up against the counter and waited for her to finish.
“Ugh, I thought it was supposed to be morning sickness not all day sickness.”
“So, when were you going to tell me?” She didn’t say anything. “Zemia!”
“I wanted to go to the doctor first, and my appointment is tomorrow.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me when you found out?”
“Because I didn’t know how you would take it.”
“What the fuck do you mean how I would take it? I love you and I want this.” I pointed between the two of us and then placed my hand on her stomach. “Have I ever given you any indication that I didn’t want this?”
“No, but we never talked about it.”
“Because it never came up.” I shrugged. “But that don’t mean shit.”
“You’re right; I guess I was scared that’s all. But then I saw you with the twins and I knew it was okay, so I planned to tell you.”
“I can’t believe you.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
Thinking that I wouldn’t want to take care of my responsibilities was like saying that I wasn’t a fucking man. I wasn’t raised like that at all. Even if I wasn’t ready, I would get ready. But seeing how happy my brother was made me want that, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Don’t do that baby, I just didn’t know.”
“I forgive you this time but don’t hide shit like that from me.” She nodded. “Let’s go eat, a nigga starving.”
“I don’t want to tell anyone until after we go to the doctor, is that cool?”
“Ya mama gonna ask questions about you getting sick, but it’s whatever you want to do.”
“Food poisoning.” She smiled, and I chuckled.
We went back in and sat at the table to finish eating and just like I suspected her mom asked her a bunch of fucking questions about what was wrong with her and she went with the she think she ate something bad. I could tell that her mom didn’t buy it and her brother or stepdad damn sure didn’t buy it because they both looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders and tried to hide the smile that was threatening to show.
“So, you know they arrested Fin.” Lyndon said out of nowhere.
“Huh?” Zemia asked with a mouth full of food. She seemed to be fine now.
“His girlfriend did some research after that night and found out that he had been with all three of her little girls, so a few months ago she filed charges. Well apparently, the girlfriend before her found out about it and asked her two daughters and he molested them as well. So, they all filed charges and his ass is gone for a long time.” Lyndon said looking straight at Zemia. I couldn’t read the expression on her face. “He called me from jail to tell me that it was all a lie, but if they took it to trial he would probably be gone for the rest of his life, so he took a deal, 15 years.”
“He deserved life for what he did to those babies.” Zemia said.
“And to you.” Her mom reached for her hands and she let a few tears fall. “I wish you would have told me, I would have killed the son of a bitch.”
“It’s okay, I’m okay. I’m just glad the son of a bitch is getting what he deserved.”
After that night at Strike City, Zemia asked me to go with her to talk to her mom about everything. She told her what happened and why she didn’t tell her. They talked about the fact that she still loved her dad despite everything and her mom told her that it was normal. Zemia was a lot better after that, I was glad.
“I was gonna kill em.” Lyndon said, and his mom laughed.
“And I was gonna help him.” She stopped laughing and looked at the both of us. I don’t think she understood how serious we were. She rubbed Zemia’s hand.
“You are in good hands.” She smiled.
We all finished eating and talked about life and planning family vacations and shit. I loved all of this and I couldn’t wait to start doing this with my own little family. Things were really starting to look up, and I was happy about that.
Chapter Seventy
Jaako
“Fuck, baby.” Yameka moaned as I was digging her back out. I had her bent over and her ass arched up just right while I was grinding into her wet pussy.
“Throw that ass back.” I said through clenched teeth. I was trying not to moan out, but the shit was feeling hella good, especially when she started matching my thrusts. “Fuck yeah baby, do that.” I threw my head back and enjoyed every moment of it. I slapped her across the ass and watched that muthafucka jiggle.
I could feel her walls choking my dick and I knew she was ‘bout to explode. I grabbed her hips and pulled out and jammed my shit back in going as deep as I could go. She cried out in pleasure, I did that a few more times until I felt her juices rolling down my balls. I bit my lip and rolled my hips making sure I was hitting everything. I got to the point where I was about to cum and I threw my leg up on the bed for leverage and put my hand in the center of her arch and started working her pussy like I had a point to prove.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Give it to me baby.” I taunted as I grabbed two handfuls of her ass and nutted all in her. I knew that she came with me because the bed was soaked, and it was all from her.
“Shit, Jaako.” She panted.
“That was some good ass shit.” I collapsed on the side of her.
“We need to start using rubbers.” She said lying next to me with her head on my chest.
“You just made my dick sad, look, he just went all the way down when you said that shit.” I pointed to my dick. “We don’t like the word rubbers.”
“Well, we don’t need no kids right now.” She pouted.
“Why not? I’m good, you good, and ain’t either one of us going nowhere. So what’s the problem?”
“I want you to be out of this profession before we start building families and shit.” She said looking up at me. “And I’m 32 years old, so my clock is ticking.”
“That ain’t got shit to do with it, hush.”
“It does Jaako, I ain’t trying to be wobbling around here at 45 just having my first baby. No.”
“Halle Berry did it.” She rolled her eyes. “Jennifer Lopez too.”
“And they got money, they hire nannies and shit.”
“We got money; we can hire nannies and shit.” I laughed.
“And then I will go to jail for killing you for trying to sleep with ‘em.”
I rolled on top of her and looked her in the eye. “You ain’t ever got to worry about no shit like that, you hear me?” She nodded. “Ain’t nobody getting this dick but you.” She smiled.
“I still ain’t having no baby that late in life, so you better be looking into a career change and soon if you want a family with me.”
“I already been thinking about it, I want a restaurant.” I laid back down beside her.
“Really?”
“Yeah I have been thinking about that for a while now. When Omari started talking about his smoke shop, I knew right then and there I wanted something of my own on top of this drug shit.”
“I like the sound of that; we need to start looking into that, baby.” She smiled.
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br /> “We can do that,” I ran my hand down the side of her face. “I don’t want to do this forever, I just want to be stable when I do jump out.” She nodded in agreement.
“I get that. Just don’t wait too late, you know?”
That has been on my mind a lot lately, so far, we had been lucky as shit to have been in the game this long with no major issues. Partially because of how we ran our shit, it was hard to penetrate that unless you were on the inside. The other part was having Tate on our side, keeping an eye out. We just needed it to stay like this until we were ready to get out the game.
“You gotta marry me first before you try and jack me for seeds.” She slapped my chest.
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Good, because I love you and I don’t know if I could live without you. When all that shit happened and Ortiz grabbed y’all, I thought I was gonna lose my got damn mind.”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
Yameka hated talking about that situation, we almost broke up after that shit happened and I had to work my ass off to assure her that I would forever keep her safe. She was over it, she had never seen someone killed up front and personal like that. It’s something that she will never forget, but she didn’t wanna talk about it and I get it.
“I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” I whispered in her ear.
“I can’t wait to spend my life with you.” She giggled. “I wanna go see the twins.” She said out of the blue. I swear she wanted to be around them more than me, little niggas had everybody wrapped around they little ass fingers already.
“Umhm.” I turned my head.
“How can you be jealous of something so damn cute?”
“’Cause them niggas get more attention than I do.”
“Whatever!” She laughed, and her phone rang. She grabbed it and looked at it funny. “Hello?”
“Meka, they locking me up.” Tate said and then you heard a bunch of commotion and somebody throwing out orders.
