“You taking your brothers?”
“Yes, sir,” I nodded. “I’m waiting on them to pull up, and then we are moving as a unit like you taught us.”
“Come back to get your woman tonight,” he said, then took a bite of his chicken. “Handle that shit, then come get her and go home.”
“Damn man, we can’t spend the night?”
“Nope,” he answered, then picked up his bottle of water. “I plan on having your mama screaming my name, then walking around my house naked. Unless you want to see my dick and have your woman jealous from the way I’ma have your mama crying, I suggest you take her home.”
“My nigga.” I dropped my arms and mugged my Pop. “I don’t ever want to hear no shit like that again in my life.”
“You’ll hear a lot more if you don’t take your woman home tonight.” He shrugged.
“That’s my mama, man.”
“She was my woman first,” he said, grilling me. “She’s gonna be my woman for the rest of my life, too.” He leaned forward, and I knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to add stress to my life. Pop played about shit, but Mama was never one of them, and I loved that for them. I didn’t need to hear anything crazy. “It’s my job to take care of her, which I do.” He pointed to this house. “Support her and fuck her every chance I get.” He sat back in his seat and smirked. “That woman is fine, my dick still gets hard without meds, and I love hearing her moan. You think I give a fuck if she’s your mama? Nigga, I know she is because I was the muthafucka that busted in her. You were just the lucky sperm that got inside the egg first. My claim to her will always be stronger.”
“You’re going to jail, my nigga,” I said, shaking my head.
“For what?” he chuckled.
“The way you just spoke to me gotta be against the law.”
“Amethyst, you’re a grown ass man, shut the fuck up,” he laughed as he stood and picked up his plate. “You're probably fucking on my daughter-in-law every chance you get, and youtalking about how I spoke to you is against the law.” He mugged me as he passed me. “Nigga, fuckin’ on another man’s wife is against the law in some states.”
“That’s my fucking wife,” I replied.
“She just legally claimed by another nigga,” he grunted. “Fix that shit, then come talk to me. Until then, sit your ass at the kid’s table.” He put his plate in the dishwasher and then closed it.
“Pop,” I called out as he walked out of the kitchen.
“Talk to me after you handle your shit, Amethyst,” he said without turning around. “Until then, I stand on what the fuck I said in my gotdamn house where I pay the bills, worship my woman, and lay my head on her titties.”
“The fuck that nigga talking about?” Pyrite asked as he came into the kitchen. He dapped me up then grabbed a piece of chicken off the stove.
“You don’t even want to know,” I said, shaking my head. “Where is Citrine?”
“Out there on the phone with Lavender,” Pyrite answered with a laugh. “He’s trying to get her to agree to do the launch party for the new hotel.” He took a bite of his chicken. “But she ain’t trying to do it because I booked her for the Queen’s opening night.”
“That nigga gonna spazz,” I laughed, and Pyrite shrugged.
“He was taking too long, and I got shit planned,” he replied. “He can buy my contract out if he wants her that bad.”
“You know he will.”
“I know,” Pyrite smiled. “I’ma double the price just to fuck with him.”
“Fucking cold,” I said, then pushed off the counter. “I’ma go check on Sunshine. Hit me up when he’s off the phone and ready to go.”
“Bet, I’m about to make my plate.”
I hugged my brother, then left the kitchen and headed to the theater room, where I knew Yale was. She and Mama had plans to watch some sappy ass movie, more than likely. I walked into the theater room to find only Mama.
“Mama, where’s Sunshine?” I tugged at her loose curl, and Mama waved me off. “Where’s my girl at?”
“She had to pee with your clingy ass,” Mama answered as she looked at her phone. “You can wait until she comes out to say whatever you want to say.”
“Which bathroom?” I didn’t care what mama was talking about, and she knew it. I always wanted to be under Yale, and she knew it.
