Nobody spoke. Because we all knew what that meant. Pops didn't trust easy, but when he said it out loud like that, Shit was deeper than we thought. Jules finally exhaled, shaking his head. "So what's the move? You tell that nigga no, or you entertainin' the conversation?" Pops looked over at me. "I ain't told him no yet," he admitted. "I'm tryna see how deep this shit go before I make that call. But best believe it ain't gon' be no easy comeback for that nigga. If he want in, he gon' have to prove he can be trusted."
Pierre scoffed. "So he not getting in. That nigga can continue to run his business where he at." We all laughed at that, because real shit, Pierre wasn't lying. Him and Abel didn't really have a relationship as father and son outside of saying hey and bye . They sent Pierre to live with us when he was twelve. Abel had never been trustworthy. Never been solid. Nigga was cutthroat, even when he didn't have to be. Pops had to exile his own brother for a reason. A reason we were never told, it was just understood. And now, after all these years, this nigga wanted to come back home? To what? To fuck up the shit we built? Nah.
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We ended up at Nia's crib that night, playing clean-up crew for Jules' bullshit. The kids were finally in bed, and the house was quiet—at least for now. We sat around the living room, drinking, eating the leftover pizza the kids didn't finish. Jules looked stressed, slouched back in one of the chairs, rubbing a hand over his face like he was prepping for another ass-whooping. I took a sip of my Hennessy before cutting my eyes over to him. "Nigga, when the fuck you start back fuckin' with Jade?" Jules groaned like he already knew this conversation was coming. "Shit, I stopped fuckin' with the bitch when Jezel was born. I was done with the hoe." Pierre let out a dry laugh. "Clearly that was a lie."
Jules sighed, sitting up, elbows on his knees. "Then Nia had Juelz, went through that postpartum shit, and we drifted." Noles frowned. "Nigga, Juelz is four. You been back fuckin' that hoe for that long?" Jules looked away, not answering, but that silence was loud as fuck. Pierre whistled low. "Crazy part is, I bet that nigga paid for that body she got."
Jules threw a middle finger up before dragging his hand down his face. "Man, fuck y'all." I shook my head, setting my glass down on the table. "You had the perfect woman, bruh. And you stepped out for what? Some fake body, attention-seekin', money-hungry ass bitch?" Jules exhaled, rubbing his hands together. "It ain't even about that. Shit got too easy at home. Nia had the kids, got busy being a mama, and shit between us just... I don't know, man. I got bored." Pierre damn near choked on his drink. "Nigga, you sound dumb as hell."
Jules shot him a glare. I leaned forward, eyes locked on him. "So instead of talkin' to your wife, fixin' shit, putting in the work—you stepped out? You let some bitch come between y'all for years?" He ain't say shit. Just took another sip of his liquor, staring off into space. Noles shook his head. "And now that bitch think she got a seat at the table." Jules exhaled sharply. "Man, I already know. That's why I told Nia I was done with the hoe." Pierre smirked. "Yeah? You tell Jade that?" Jules stayed silent. We all stared at him. Nigga...
"That's the problem, right there," I muttered. "You keep sayin' you done, but you ain't actually close the door." Jules exhaled, rubbing his temple. "I ain't tryna make excuses, man. I just..." He trailed off. Pierre let out a short laugh. "Nigga, you got caught. Ain't no 'I just.'"
I shook my head, my voice low, firm. "You better fix this shit before Nia fix it for you. 'Cause a woman scorned? That shit ain't no joke." Noles nodded in agreement. "Nigga, you better hope she don't get even. 'Cause Nia? She could if she wanted to." Jules looked up then, a flicker of something passing through his eyes. Maybe fear. Maybe realization. I sighed, grabbing my drink and sitting back. "And if she do You better be ready for that shit."
Jules was up now, damn near wearing a path in the carpet, phone pressed to his ear, shoulders tense as hell. I leaned back, sipping the last of my liquor, entertained as fuck. "Man, she still ain't answerin'? " Pierre asked, smirking as he scrolled on his phone. Jules ignored him, hitting redial for what had to be the twentieth time. This time, the call didn't even ring. Pierre whistled low. "Damn, she blocked your ass."
I smirked, shaking my head. "Nigga, sit the fuck down." Jules shot me a glare but kept pacing. "Man, fuck all that! She out where? With who? Doing what?!" Noles chuckled. "Oh, this nigga sick, sick.” Pierre leaned back, grinning. "How it feel, bruh? When the shoe on the other foot?" Jules stopped, staring at all of us like he wanted to shoot the whole room up. "Y'all niggas real funny right now."
"Nah," I chuckled, setting my empty glass down. "I just love seein' a nigga get a taste of his own medicine." Jules finally sank into a chair, gripping his phone like he could will it to ring. "Man, she doin' too much." I raised an eyebrow. "She doin' too much?" Pierre laughed harder, throwing a ball at him. "Nigga, you been doin' too much. And now? Nia out with a fresh hair do, fresh nails, and probably a fresh nigga to match." Jules' jaw flexed. He knew Pierre was playing, but the words still hit.
"Aight, y'all got y'all jokes off," he muttered. Noles shook his head. "Nah, 'cause I really need you to understand. You fucked up." I sighed, rubbing my chin. "You think she out there doin' you dirty? Or doin' exactly what you been doin' to her?" Jules was still sulking over his phone, looking like he was one text away from completely losing it, when we heard a car pull up outside. Music blasted through the walls, loud as hell. Single again by Trina blared outside the house, you could hear them singing with the song.
Pierre damn near fell off the couch laughing his ass off. "Man, they funny as hell for that," Noles chuckled, shaking his head. Jules' face twisted up, but he ain't say shit. Just kept staring at the door . Chiana walked in first, looking sexy as hell, followed by Amina, then Nia, who was grinning like she just hit the damn lottery. They were stumbling, tipsy as fuck, looking like trouble.
Before I could even react, Chiana was on me, dropping onto my lap, her soft lips pressing into mine. Tequila. I could taste the liquor on her tongue, feel the warmth of it rolling off her body. I pulled back slightly, eyeing the thigh-high boots she had on and that little-ass mini skirt that was barely covering shit. My jaw flexed, but before I could get my words out, she kissed me again, cutting off any protests I had brewing. She knew what she was doing. "Mmm," I hummed against her lips, my grip tightening around her waist. "You and these damn outfits." She smirked, biting her lip. "You like it?"
Nia flopped down on the couch, stretching her arms over her head." I appreciate you babysitting," she slurred, waving a hand. "I know the kids enjoyed you. Same time again, week after next." Pierre damn near spit out his drink, laughing so hard he was in tears. Noles grinned, shaking his head. "Damn, Nia, you actin' real brand new tonight."
Jules looked like he wanted to flip the entire coffee table over. "Who the fuck drove y'all home?" he finally asked, voice tight. Amina snorted, kicking off her heels. "Uber, duh." Pierre smirked, looking her up and down. "You reckless as hell when you get some liquor in you, huh?" Amina rolled her eyes, but I ain't miss that quick little smile she tried to fight off.
Meanwhile, Jules was still locked in on Nia. "Who the fuck was y'all with?" His voice was low, controlled, but I could feel the storm brewing. Nia blinked at him, completely unbothered. "Oh, you wanna know about my whereabouts now? Interesting." Pierre nudged me. "Yeah, this nigga down bad."
I chuckled, pulling Chiana closer, my lips brushing her ear. "You enjoy your girls' night?" She hummed, playing with the collar of my shirt. "Mhm."
"Good. 'Cause you 'bout to have a long-ass morning with me." Her breath hitched just a little. I smirked. Oh yeah. She knew exactly what I meant. Amina was drunk as hell, clinging onto Pierre like she ain't have a single worry in the world. "Alrrrighht well we gon go ahead on," she slurred, then reached over and pinched Pierre's nipple through his shirt. Pierre damn near jumped. "Woman, what the fuck—" He cut himself off, shaking his head, laughing.
I chuckled too. "Yeah, I think we gon head out too," I said, tapping Chiana's thigh so she'd stand up. She stretched, a slow, lazy movement, then slid off my lap, adjusting her damn short-ass mini skirt that had already been testing my patience all night. Amina turned, still clinging onto Pierre, and pointed at Nia, her voice loud as hell. "Remember what I said, girl. Whatever you do, don't fuck your husband! And if you do, make that nigga leave after." Pierre was pushing her toward the door at this point, shaking his head while Nia busted out laughing. I cut my eyes at Jules, who was sitting on the armrest of the couch, looking like he was about to completely lose his shit. Yeah, he was down bad. I gripped Chiana's waist, pulling her against me. "You ready?" She yawned. "Mhm. You drivin'?"
"The fuck else would I be doin'?" She rolled her eyes, smirking. "Just making sure, boss man." She was playing, but my eyes narrowed anyway.
The drive home, Chiana's drunk ass was in full effect. She'd kicked off her boots the second she got in the car, bare feet propped up on my dashboard like she ain't have a care in the world. She insisted on listening to Pretty Ricky, her voice off-key as fuck as she sang along, but she was having fun, so I let her rock. Then, outta nowhere, she propped herself up on the armrest, eyes heavy, lips pulling into that slow, tipsy-ass smirk. "I love you, Juste," she slurred, watching me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I glanced at her once we hit a red light, lifting a brow. "Even though you kidnapped me and shit," she continued, grinning, head tilting. "You redeemed yourself by loving me. Showing me how to allow myself to be loved. Giving me a family."
Damn. She ain't even realize she was tugging at my damn heart with all that. I swallowed, my fingers tightening on the wheel. She was right. She'd come into my life and showed me some different shit. Some shit I didn't even know I needed. So I ain't say shit. Just leaned over, grabbed her chin, and kissed her slow right before the light turned green. She sighed against my lips, but before she could get too deep in her feelings, I pulled back, grinning. "You talk too much when you drunk, baeeby." She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."
By the time we pulled up in the driveway, she was on her bullshit . Before I could even put the car in park, she slid her panties off and threw them dead in my lap. I looked at them, then at her. "Oh, so you feelin' real nasty, huh?" She ain't respond. Just climbed right over the center console, straddling me before I could even process what the hell was going on. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth, kissing me like she ain't have not one ounce of patience left. She kissed me like she was starving for it, tongue sliding against mine, her body melting into me like we wasn't still in the damn car. I groaned against her mouth, gripping her ass with both hands, squeezing as I pulled her closer. "You really tryna do this shit right here?" I muttered, my voice low, my dick already rock hard from the way she was grinding against me. She pulled back, her eyes low and teasing, that little drunken smirk playing on her lips. "You scared?"
"Baeeby, you know damn well I ain't never been scared of you." She bit her lip, grinding slow, deliberate, dragging herself over my dick like she was trying to drive me insane. Then she leaned in again, her voice a whisper against my ear. "So prove it, then." That was all it took. I hooked an arm around her waist and lifting her up, making her gasp. Her breath was already shaky, her fingers gripping at my jacket, pulling me to her like she couldn't get enough. I yanked my belt loose, pushing my pants down just enough, then slid my hands under her thighs, lifting her up to meet me.
I rubbed my dick against her, slow, teasing, watching the way her breath hitched, the way she threw her head back.
I groaned against her skin, gripping her hips tight as she rode me like she had something to prove. Her moans were breathy, desperate, the kind of sounds that made my dick throb inside her." This what you wanted, huh?" I murmured, dragging my lips down her throat, licking, sucking just enough to leave my mark. Her nails scraped against my scalp, fingers pulling at my low cut as she tilted her head back, giving me full access to her neck.
I slipped into her again, this time slow, making sure she felt every inch, making sure she knew exactly who she was fucking. We moaned together, her body tightening around me, her grip on my jacket desperate. Then she kissed me, deep, wet, her tongue sliding against mine, pulling me into her like she never wanted me to leave. "Mmhmm," she moaned against my lips. "Don't stop, baby. "I smirked. "Who said I was?"
I ripped open her shirt, buttons flying across the car, bouncing off the fogged-up windows. Her bare skin hit the cool air, her nipples already stiff before I even touched her. I unhooked her bra with one quick move, watching as her titties spilled free, bouncing as she rode me harder. "Damn," I groaned, sliding my hands up her back before I wrapped my lips around one of her perfect, perky nipples. I sucked her deep, tugging gently, feeling her grind against me harder, her moans turning into whimpers.
