“We ain’t never gon’ be good, but you can live for now.”
He had the nerve to laugh like I wasn’t dead fucking serious. “If you don’t start spending time with your grandma, I promise I’ma bust your ass for old and new.”
“I got you, man. She showed me a picture of her new grandson. I actually thought you were fucking with me about that bingo shit.”
“Kannon, you still taking that boy grandma to bingo?” Kross questioned.
“Once a week at eleven in the morning like clockwork.”
He scoffed. “But I’m the crazy one.”
“Hell, he won’t do it. She’s nice. He’s lucky I liked her, or I would have snatched that walker and pushed her ass down the first day.”
“She’s the man’s fucking grandma, Kannon. What you gon’ do when she finds out who you are?”
“Tell her that she raised a bitch. I’m sure she already knows that though. She talks enough shit about how her grandson never has time for her but is all over the TV, flashing money.”
“I’m trying to do better,” Cyrus added.
“Don’t try. Do.”
“One more thing, is she still pregnant?” he questioned.
I turned to him and shook my head. “Don’t worry yourself with that. It sounds like you got enough problems.”
“I don’t want nobody thinking I’m not in my child’s life.”
“We don’t want you in our lives.”
“Let her know I want to help her out of this shit,” Cyrus requested.
“I already said I’ll let you live, lil’ nigga. Don’t push it.”
One of Cyrus’s guys laughed, reminding me that they were in the room. Cyrus smiled too. “I got ya,” Cyrus said before leading his team out of the hotel room.
“She’s pregnant?” Kross asked from behind me.
“We’re not telling anybody yet. Well, I take that back. I heard her telling her mom.”
“Is it yours?”
“It don’t matter,” I said, turning back to face him.
“I know, Bro. I’m just asking.”
“Even if he wasn’t mine, that puts a rush on things. It’s a good thing that Cy realized that he wasn’t as much of a problem as he thought he was. I can’t keep letting the clock run on that bitch ass Ceasar though. Bro, he tried to kill us!”
“I get it, Bro. You know if no one else gets it, I do. How you want to run this?”
“I’ll give him the two days and let his wife set everything in motion.”
“Be strategic, Bro. I’m not losing or leaving my wife behind because you’re heated right now. You gotta move like there will be a tomorrow. Sounds like you got a little one to consider now. You know you don’t want to leave him behind like Dad did us.”
Why did a lump instantly form in my throat?
I shook it off before responding. “I can’t take no threats lightly, Bro. The last time . . . the last time I slept on a threat?—”
“Audrey died,” Kross said, finishing my statement. My eyes shot to him. He was looking off into space.
