10
ZYRO COLEMAN
As soon as Ermias stepped foot in the shop’s playroom, his eyes lit up. He promised to stay here while I did my morning routine as my guys began to spill in.
“Who’s the kid?” Marco asked, pointing toward the glass playroom where I could keep an eye on the kids who were inside.
“His mama was the one who came in with her pops the other day,” I mumbled, checking off shit on my clipboard.”
“Wait, you hittin’ that? The one with the…”
My head slowly rose with a hard look on my face that had Tatum swallowing the words that were to follow.
“Damn, my bad, boss,” he said, hands in the air. “She was pretty as fuck.”
Marco cackled. “Nose wide open.”
“Mind ya business,” I shot back with a smirk. I wasn’t talking about shit with these niggas.
Tatum whistled low. “Step daddy vibes, my nigga. I see you.”
“Maaan, get to work,” I told him. “We need to get what we can fixed and out of here.”
Throughout the day, I kept my eyes on Ermias. I even let him come out and see what was all happening in the bays, but keeping a safe distance. If anything happened to my boy,Eriss would never forgive me. Shit, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.
When I needed to fix a belt, I took him back to the playroom with snacks until lunchtime. I figured we’d go eat somewhere, wishing his mama worked in town so I could take her pretty ass too.
After washing the grease from my hands, I took my phone to shoot her a message. I laughed at myself. Marco wasn’t lyin’. Eriss had my muhfuckin’ nose wide open. Her taste made it worse. I was now on her bad.
Unlocking my phone, I noticed a message from Leesa. I opened it, and there was a video of her playing in her pussy. I didn’t even bother turning the volume up or letting it play more than a second. I deleted the shit like it was spam, and thumbed out a quick reply. I’ve seen Leesa’s pussy many times, so that didn’t do shit for me.
Aye, don’t send me this shit anymore. Matter of fact, don’t hit me up anymore
The bubbles popped up, and I didn’t give her a chance. Straight to the block party, her ass went.
I blew out a breath through my nose, then shot my future wife a message.
Hey beautiful. I know it’s killin’ you not to check on homeboy, but he aight. We finna go get some to eat. Send me a picture…a video or some so I can see yo beautiful ass. Make my day.
I slid my phone into my pocket and glanced over into the playroom. Ermias was having a damn ball in the ball pit. I tookoff toward the door while Marco was shutting down for our lunch break.
“You hungry, homeboy?” I asked, holding the door open with my boots.
His head snapped up. “Yes, sir!”
“Cool, go wash your hands in the sink over there, then we can head out. What do you have a taste for?’
“Crab legs and shrimp!” he yelled, causing me to double over.
“Maaan, maybe we can get that when we’re wit’ ya mama. Let’s do some simple shit today. How ‘bout some soul food? There’s a buffet around the corner.
“Bet!”
I snickered, pushing my hands in my pockets.
“You must’ve heard that lingo in daycare, man,” I said, laughing.
“My dad was on the game, saying it. He is always on the game.” Ermias’ voice dropped in a bleak tone. He stared at the floor, shoulders hunched.
