“I said no. If you want to talk to her tomorrow after you’ve had time to calm down then you can. In the meantime, you gonetake yo ass in the house and explain to yo mumma why her favorite nephew got a black eye.”
“Wait, who the fuck said Kalil was auntie’s favorite?” Quan questioned, inciting a laugh as Onyx merged onto I-95 South.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As soon as they pulled into the driveway in front of Onyx’s house, he quickly whisked Kas inside. The last thing he wanted was Layla coming out of her house and seeing her baby boy had been in a fight. He was still pissed with his mother and didn’t want to be in her presence for an extended period of time. Kalil and Quan filtered in behind them, everyone taking residence in the living room. Onyx disappeared briefly to let Troi know what happened. Before returning to the family room, he grabbed two ice packs, a few pre-rolled blunts and a bottle of cognac. Kas paced the family room floor, clearly ruminating over what had just occurred. Onyx knew his brother better than anyone and knew his rumination would only cultivate into more anger. Anger that would have him attempting to go to Yanna’s house, or worse… seeking out Destin for round two.
“Here, nigga. Put this on yo’ head.”
Kas kissed his teeth but accepted the ice pack. “Fuck I need this for?”
“Because you let that nigga clock yo ass in the head, that’s why,” Quan offered.
“Quan, shut up.”
“Why he gotta shut up? You let that nigga rock you one good time… damn Nyx, I can’t get no ice pack for that fucking sucker punch I took?”
“Stop fucking crying, nigga. What, you want him to kiss the shit too?” Kas taunted Kalil.
“Yea, see, I tried to let yo lil’ sneak attack ride because I know you a spoiled, emotional ass baby. I didn’t retaliate because I understood my fault, and I love my cousin, but now yo ass wanna stand here and talk shit?” Kalil nodded, removing his shirt. “What’s up, Kas? ‘Cause yo ass ain’t ‘bout to try and carry me like I’m a bitch.”
“Aye, hell nah!” Onyx interrupted, stepping in between Kas and Kalil. “Gone head and squash this shit now. I ain’t ‘bout to let y’all fight, and I’m damn sure not about to let y’all do it in my living room.” It was quiet, neither cousin wanting to speak first. “I don’t care which one of y’all go first, but y’all niggas better start talking.”
Releasing a sharp breath, Kas went first. “This shit is yo fucking fault, Kalil!”
“What? My fault? How is any of this shit my fault?”
“Because the moment you realized you couldn’t handle her, you should’ve called me. I would’ve been right down there, and none of this shit would’ve happened.”
“So now I’m the pussy police.” Kalil scoffed. “The reason I didn’t pull out my phone and call you was because she was already on my head, knowing you sent me. I was just trying to look out for family, and---”
“Fuck the family, he let the family into his house and the family fucked his bitch!” Quan joked at the wrong time, laughing at his own goofiness.
“Get the fuck out, Quan.”
“My bad, Nyx, my bad, I’mma shut up.”
“Please shut yo big ass up. And I didn’t touch Yanna. All I was doing was trying to be a listening ear for her because she was crashing out behind the shit you did.”
“I didn’t do shit!”
“Well, she thought you did. She said the bitch titties was in yo mouth.” Kalil stated matter of factly, crossing his arms like he’d revealed a big secret.
“It was one fucking titty and the muh’fucka won’t even in my mouth… fuck, it could’ve been I was drunk as fuck and got caught in a moment but that’s beside the point!”
“What’s the point?”
“The point… you fucking Al B. Sure looking ass nigga, is that I didn’treallydo shit. I kissed her and maybe sucked a nipple, but I did not… I didnotfuck that girl! My dick wasn’t even hard, and I put that on Layla.”
“Don’t put no shit like that on my auntie, nigga. The hell kind of shit you on?” Quan questioned. He’d migrated to the kitchen, where he was preparing himself a sandwich. Since the house had an open concept design, they could all see him.
“Why the hell you in my kitchen eating my shit?”
“Look at me, Nyx, I’m a big nigga. I’m supposed to starve because yo’ brother having a mental breakdown?” He defended, grabbing two small bags of barbeque chips to go along with his sandwich.
“Kas, look, I fucked up, but my heart was in the right place. You know I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“You was wrong as fuck for keeping that shit from me. I can understand you was fucked up and did some shit you normally wouldn’t, but you should’ve told me after the fact.”
