I threw my shit on the bed and went to the bathroom starting the shower. While the water heated up, I handled my face and grill. I might’ve been a Robin Hood ass nigga but dirty wasn’t something you could attach to my muthafuckin name. I ain’t play them type of bummy ass games.
Moments later, the lukewarm water cascaded down my body drenching my hair as well in the process. Unlike my donor’s oldest son, my locs held more curls. Just from first glace you would think I had a fresh wash and go. I guess we inherited that shit from him.
Grabbing the rag off the rack, I poured up the body wash and got to washing my ass. Cooking up a game plan for Twenty-One was all I was focusing on. All that other bullshit Adele was on had to be pushed to the back burner. Being at odds with my mama was never where I wanted to be. She was my rock at the end of the day, and I’d die for her. Thinking she was on some shady shit to settle a one-sided score was gon’ piss me the fuck off.
A smooth fifteen breezed by before I was stepping out the shower. The towel was wrapped around my waist as my feet slid in my slippers. I walked out the bathroom and into my bedroom shutting the door behind me. The speaker was turned on and my phone connected within seconds. My music was on shuffle giving a nigga a lighter mood.
I bopped the entire time I got dressed. By the time I finished, Amiri was the main character. It was only right to buy quality threads when OG gave you the opportunity to take yo’ blessings. After all, stepping out in a fit from Marshall’s when yo’ car cost damn near sixty grand was crazy work. Real broke nigga shit if you asked me.
I had several pieces of jewelry in my possession, but I never presented myself as a flashy muthafucka. Do too much and you’ll have eyes on you that wasn’t supposed to be there. Like I statedbefore, wasn’t shit slow ‘bout me. My custom VVS letter B chain was the only thing that sat around my neck. I only wore one grill at a time even though I had a complete set. The VVS grill covered eight teeth on the bottom row of my mouth. I rocked the same watch I received as a gift on graduation. Little to nothing but still worth a couple hunnid grand.
When I walked out my room, Adele was walking out of hers. She looked like she wanted to speak her piece, so I waited for her to do so. I leaned against the wall while inserting my hands in my pocket.
“Look, I don’t give a fuck about Senior or Junior for the record. I know you probably thinking I do and that ain’t the case. I want you to go after Junior because he’s Senior’s pride and fuckin’ joy. Junior eating from the pie yo’ father should’ve included you in from the jump. Fuck Senior, Genesis. I mean that shit. Fuck him. He ain’t never did shit for us, and I don’t expect it to change. However, we not standing by no more. I know that much. Why the fuck can’t we live lavish too? Why the fuck can’t we wake up stress fuckin’ free as well? That shit ain’t right. The only way we can do that is if we take it and we got to take it from Junior,” she tried explaining.
I heard her, and I saw right through that bullshit she was spitting. This wasn’t ‘bout Royce and my mind wasn’t changing on that. This muthafucka wanted me to humble Royce bad and that shit was screaming for attention. She wanted to be seen by her baby daddy after he ignored her for decades at a time, and I had no idea as to why. I wasn’t no fuckin’ puppet so thinking she could play me like a fiddle was comical.
“Aye, watch out, Adele. I got shit to do.”
“Really? Now, I’m Adele? What the hell happened to Ma?”
“You know me and when you lying, I don’t see you as family. All you got to do is be real ‘bout why you after them muthafuckas and you not. I don’t give two fucks ‘bout them, but you… yeah,you can’t seem to let go for some reason. You told me year after year how yo’ whack ass baby daddy left you to fend on yo’ own. Your words verbatim were,he don’t love nobody outside his trifling wife and the bastard they made. Twenty-One can hit anybody in the city and surroundings but yo’ eyes set on the fuckin’ Atkins. You ain’t fooling nobody Adele. If you miss yo’ deadbeat baby daddy, go be with him. The fuck you using me for.”
I pushed off the wall and walked pass her. She caught me by the wrist, and I snatched it from her grip. She was playing with fire and before the flame got out of hand, I would hope she stepped the fuck back. I slowly turned my head in her direction, and we locked eyes. She took a step back into her room and dropped her head.
Being fearful of me was never what I wanted. This was my fuckin’ mama for God’s sake, but I tended to crash out when I felt played. It wasn’t shit her or anybody could do to calm me down once that blackout was in effect. It was good to see her take the hint.
“I’m not using you Genesis, I swear. Just think about it is all I’m saying,” she stated with a quivering tone.
“I ain’t thinking ‘bout shit. If or when I decide to give them niggas hell, I will. The fuck I look like. You my mama and I love you, but don’t end up on that side,” I threatened.
The front door was closing behind me seconds later from leaving her where the fuck she stood. I didn’t make threats lightly, and I damn sure didn’t bluff with them hoes. You only got one chance with me before you were on the chopping block. I didn’t give a shit if you were Sister Mary fuckin’ Clarence, once my view on you changed, you were my enemy, and I disposed of those rather quickly.
I took that stroll to my whip and hopped in with one destination in mind. Adele had me tight as hell. The only wayI was gon’ calm down was having a hoe off the roster use her mouth for good measures. It had been at least two, maybe three days since I got topped off anyway. Picking up my phone, I scrolled until I came acrossThroat Barbie. She was so goddamn fine and had the prettiest set of lips. When she looked up at you with them green eyes, she damn near stripped yo’ soul clean up off you.
She answered after the second ring with, “Where you at?” I only hit her when I needed her, so she was well accustomed to the routine.
“On the way to you.”
“I’m leaving work now. I’ll be there in five.” She hung up without hesitation. I smirked at how she always put a nigga first. I’m talking she had a nigga on a pedestal never letting me fall off that hoe.
She stayed on the other side of town, so it was gon’ take me a good twenty to get there. Hell everywhere in Frost Peak was twenty minutes away. I cruised through the city making sure to abide by the traffic rules. I wasn’t trying to catch a ticket before I emptied the sack. That would’ve caused FPD to buckle the fuck up ‘cause I promise I was taking them on a chase today.
By the time I made it to my destination, lil’ mama was already at the crib. Her lil’ black Honda was backed in under her carport. She worked at a local hospital as an on-call CNA so walking off whenever she wanted wasn’t shit. Once I was done spending quality time with her esophagus, she was gon’ head right on back and smile in them people face like she never left.
I blocked her exiting my shit shortly after. With my key fob in tow, I hit the button on my keys and secured the locks on my most valuable possession. Them lil’ two steps were taken before I was pulling open her storm door. I went to knock but instantly remembered she always left the door unlocked for me whenever I made the call. Turning the doorknob, I was granted access.
Hmph! This lil’ bitch stay on go.
Walking inside, I found her on her knees, in front of the couch, pulling her hair up into a bun. She had enough time to get home, showered, draped in pure vanilla scent, with a bomb ass lingerie set to match. As long as a nigga had the fuckin’ aesthetics, he was pleased and lil’ mama had it. Shutting the door behind me, I locked that bitch, then got comfortable on the cushion she kneeled in front of.
She pointed to the blunt before unbuckling my shit to free my manhood. She tapped my leg silently asking me to raise up. I obliged, and she pulled my pants down to my muthafuckin ankles. Just off that alone, I knew she was ‘bout to turn up in this bitch and give a nigga straight sloppy.
Her small, manicured hand wrapped around my dick and slowly began to massage that shit. “What’s the reason?” She was only asking so she’d know how to service me.
“A nigga big stressed,” I answered. She gave a light nod and went to work.
I lit the blunt the same time her lips wrapped around my flesh. No lies told, her mouth was so fuckin’ moist, I swear I felt like I was running up in some wet ass pussy. She ain’t stop until I rested between her jaws comfortably. I cherished a bitch that could fit me in her mouth without complaints.
