She shook her head while holding her baby’s head up with her right hand.
“Crew, you got some fuckin nerve, alright! That part of your life isn’t over with because King is here, and he needs his father. Look, I made a mistake messing with you, and yes, I regret it as much as you do.”
I laughed because I felt this bitch was lying.
“It’s true, Crew. No matter how good your dick may be, you are not the ideal father for a child.”
“Oh, and I’m guessing Hov was though? The nigga who does exactly what I do any time he has to. Look, Cash, everybody knows that your idea of a good father is a rich one. That’s why you thought your fuck ass daddy was a good man.”
She took her hand from her baby's head and raised it to slap me. I stood up in her face, mixing the humid air from my mouth with hers as I stared down into her eyes.
“Put your fuckin hand down. That shit is not flying with me anymore, so don’t ever again raise your hand to hit me. I’ll slang you around this parking lot by your ponytail until it rips from your scalp if you touch me.”
“Really? So, you would do that to me with your son strapped to my chest?”
Cashmier wanted me to feel bad for her, but I didn’t. I couldn’t because her ass had schemed a wedge in between me and my homie as well as my business. I have to start over on a lot of connections I made if Hov and I don’t move completely past this shit. Rebuilding an empire won’t be easy when Hov has most of the streets locked up as it is.
“Cashmier, get him out of this cold ass weather, go home, and decide whether you want to raise him yourself or not.”
“What does that mean, Crew?”
“It means that if he is my son, then I am going to hire the best lawyer in New York to take him from yo crazy ass. Now get back with me when you make the decision on whether you want to be a mother or not.”
“Taking my baby is not an option, but finding out that he is your child is. What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to do what I have to. Now move.”
I moved her out my way and closed my door before burning out as she watched. I for sure don't want to keep doing this shit with her ass for years and it will probably be best to put the nail in this coffin early.
I got on my phone and found a place I could solve my wonder for both of these kids that got put on me recently. Where I wanted to believe Pernelle it was just hard because I really didn't know her like that.
I dialed the number and followed prompts until I was able to set up a double appointment for an opening they had for today. After getting off the phone with them, I dialed Pernelle’s number.
“Hey, Crew.” She answered the phone on the second ring.
“Yo, you busy?”
“No, I was just thinking about you. Your daughter is kicking me like a UFC fighter, and I know she gets that feistiness from your ass,” Pernelle giggled into the phone.
“Oh, word?”
“Yeah, but I’m not doing anything. Just lying down on the couch. Eating some fruit as you suggested.”
“That’s what’s up. Listen though. I need you to put on some clothes so that I can take you somewhere in about an hour.”
“Wait, are you for real?”
“Nah, this is artificial intelligence calling you.”
Her dumb ass question made me give an ignorant response.
“Crew, stop being rude.”
“I'm not. Look I will be outside in about forty minutes if traffic stays cool. Make sure you're ready for me, Pretty P.”
“Okay, I'm getting ready now.” I could hear her smiling through the phone before she hung up.
I headed toward Castle Hill and text Cashmier where I needed her to come. She sent back the thumbs up emoji so I wasn't sure if she would show up or not but if she doesn't, I don't want to hear shit else about him being my son.
