“Love you too,” I replied to Frankee as she waddled her pregnant ass out my house.
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The Next Day
“Where the fuck you at, nigga?” Gee asked, his voice coming through my car speakers.
I was sitting in the parking lot of my carwash. I had to do a bank drop and some other little errands before I went to the crib to chill for the day. Forrest was with my mama and daddy for the night. I was finna stop by there to see my seed. Forrest liked to act funny when he got around my mama. I was already knowing he wasn’t finna be stuntin’ my ass, but I still wanted to see my seed. I never thought about being nobody's daddy, but once I became one, my seed was my pride and joy. I loved my little nigga with everything in me. I would make the earth flat before I let anything hurt my seed.
“In my fuckin’ skin, nigga,” I sarcastically replied to Gee.
Forrest was Mixie’s literal saving grace. I swear if she wasn’t his mama, her bitch ass would have been with hercousins. She better treat Forrest like the savior he was for her. Our son was the reason I didn’t let Juniper fuck her up the other night. I could tell Juniper had every intention to put Mixie in the hospital, as she should have after the fuck shit she pulled, but at the same time, I didn’t want Forrest to see his mama fucked up. I wanted my seed to have nothing but good memories. There was no amount of explaining that to Juniper. Ion even think she would give a fuck that neither one of them niggas were living anymore. Until she had seeds of her own, I couldn’t make her understand how that shit was when it came to yo seeds. Being a parent you moved differently when it came to your kids. Certain shit I didn’t want affecting Forrest, even if that meant keeping Mixie from getting her ass beat. Mixie was skating on thin ice though; she had one time to fuck over my seed, and it was a wrap for her ass.
I had to let shit cool down again with Juniper. When she was in her feelings, she didn’t think straight. Her petty side came out, and I didn’t want us to have another blow up. I ended up rescheduling our second therapy visit. I knew that pissed her off even more, but all was fair in love and war.
“I wouldn’t want to be in that ugly ass shit. I’m sayin’ I might need you to ride out with me tonight. I’m tryna see sumthin’.”
“Fuck no.” I shut whatever fuck shit Gee was on down. Whenever he was tryna see somethin’ it involved him doing some crazy shit I wasn’t in the mood to deal with. All a nigga wanted to do was chill. I had enough shit going on in my own life to be fucking around with Gee’s ass. “I’ma call you back,” I said, hanging up on Gee because I couldn’t believe what my eyes were looking at.
I know you fuckin’ lying.I sat up in my seat as Clive’s bitch ass walked past my car, into the main building of my carwash without a care in the fucking world. The nigga was dressed and looking better than he did the last time I saw his dirty ass. SinceBig Frank started moving funny with Clive, and I stepped down from his business, I hadn’t spoken on or seen the nigga. I let sleeping dogs lie because I knew sooner or later the shit would come to light. There was no time like the present. Hopping out my car, I walked in seeing the nigga come out the bathroom. He was busy grinning at his phone. Thankfully, the lobby was empty. Not wasting any time, I bum rushed the nigga. Pushing him back into the bathroom, I locked the door. While Clive flew across the floor, he’d fallen on his ass, rolling onto his side he cried, trying to regain his composure.
“Ahh-aaa-Wha-what’s up, young blood?” Clive’s asked, nervous as fuck, his eyes bouncing all over the place. He was sitting up with his back pressed against the single stall in the men’s bathroom looking like he was ready to piss on himself. Clive might have taken a shower and put on some clean clothes, but the nigga smelled like a bunch of fucking liquor–like one of them dirty old drunk niggas.
“Nigga, fuck you,” I spat, pulling my glock from my waist. Cocking it, I aimed it at his bitch ass.
“Aye, Aye, man, ain’t no need for all that. I ain’t did shit.” He threw his hands up in the air.
“You and Big Frank been on bullshit fo’ to long,” I spat, menacingly looking down at Clive as he pushed his back deeper into the stall like he was trying to disappear.
“Nah, nah, not me, that’s all yo daddy. I ain’t did shit. I paid that nigga back.”
“Don’t play with me, Clive. I checked Big Frank’s books, you ain’t paid shit. You basically said fuck Juni, huh?”
“Maaannn…Her daddy paid his debt off. The same night you took her. Big Frank could have been let that girl go.”
“Nigga, what the fuck you talkin’ about?”
I didn’t know what the fuck Clive was talking about. As far as I knew, his ass was Juniper’s dad. She didn’t take after him, but that didn’t mean shit. Genetics did what the fuck they wanted.
“Don’t trust these bitches, son. These hos ain’t to be trusted. It don’t matter how fine a bitch is, don't believe shit that comes outta their mouths. Fuck ‘em, and keep it pushing, son. Trust me. These hos will fuck yo friend and have you rasing his baby like it’s yours. I hate that ho with everything in me. If I could choke Nancy’s ass one mo’ time I would,” Clive replied like he was about to start crying at any moment.
“So, what you sayin’? Juniper ain’t yo daughter?” I had my gun still aimed at this nigga. I wasn’t sure if he was tryna distract me or if he was telling the truth.
“Nah, Nancy’s trifling ass convinced me she was mine. That bitch wasn’t shit. I knew who Juniper belonged to. She looked just like that bitch ass nigga.”
I squinted my eyes at this nigga. “Then why the fuck did Big Frank act like you owed us money?”
“I did owe him money, but we came to an understanding,” Clive replied with an eerie grin.
“Big Frank don’t do that,” I spat, because that nigga was full of shit. One thing Big Frank didn’t play about was his money. Wasn’t no getting around paying him back. He might give you some more time, but you were gonna pay him his money.
“Everybody got a price, Faheem, even Mr. Big, Bad, and Untouchable Big Frank. When they have secrets they don’t want getting out, they'll do anything to keep them.” Clive laughed, showing off his snaggled tooth grin.
Pop!
I shot that nigga in his knee cap. He had me fucked up thinking I was gonna belive the shit was saying.
“Ahhh! Shit, what the fuck did you shoot me for? I answered your fucking question,” Clive cried out in pain, clutching his bleeding knee with his hands.
