“Shit, her mama used to be one of my side bitches.” Clive laughed at himself then looked up at Mixie. “She was legal if that’s what you wondering. Eighteen is the youngest I'll go.” Clive said that shit like it made him better than other niggas who fucked with underage girls.
Ion give a fuck, eighteen wasn’t grown, I didn’t care what the law said. Grown niggas fucking with broads eighteen years old were nasty ass niggas in my book. Niggas didn’t have shit in common with them young broads, they just wanted young pussy they could control and groom. I hated that shit with a passion, mutha fuckas was perverted. Wasn’t a soul on this earth that could tell me different.
“Ain’t Juniper ‘bout the same age as ha? Nigga, you weird as fuck,” Gee spat disgustingly lookin’ at Clive.
“You really was fuckin’ with this nigga that long?” I focused on Mixie, as she nervously fidgeted with the bottom of her clothes.
“It was on and off! When I met you, I stopped dealing with him. He wasn’t gonna leave Nancy’s old ass alone anyways.” Mixie had the nerve to look mad. “Guess that doesn’t matter now.” Mixie said in a far off voice as her and Clive shared a weird look with each other. Mixie rolled her eyes then finished talking. “It was your fault I got back in contact with him. When you brought his daughter around. Clive used that as a reason to wiggle ba-”
“That ain’t my got damn daughter. You know that shit, Mixie!” Clive yelled, trying to turn to Mixie.
“Who her daddy?” I kicked the bottom of Clive’s leg to bring his attention back to me.
Wincing in pain, he grabbed his knee. “Shit, young blood, you keep fucking me up but not the nigga who really owes you answers.”
“Who the fuck is Juniper’s daddy?” I squatted down, snatching the front of his shirt.
“Angelo! Got damn!” Clive yelled, throwing his hands up to protect himself.
“Ain’t no fuckin’ way,” I snapped at his ass. Clive had to be lying; Angelo wasn’t the type of nigga not to take care of his kids. From what I saw of Juniper’s mama, she wasn’t polished enough to get Angelo’s attention, but then again, I really didn’t know him or his brothers that good.
“Ask Big Frank, man. He knows. All this shit is his fault any fucking ways,” Clive said on the verge of tears, confusing me.
I nodded my head as I tried to make sense of everything going on. “Let me get this straight, Big Frank knows about Juni being Angelo’s daughter?”
“Who fucking cares?” Mixie spoke up before Clive had a chance to reply.
“Yo nasty ass should be happy my attention is on this nigga and not yo ho ass. But give me five more minutes,” I told Mixie menacingly, as I gave her a warning look. “Answer my question.” I was speaking to Clive, but my eyes were on Mixie. Her ass thought shit was finna be sweet when it was far from that.
“Man, yeah. Big Frank knows everything. He even knew about Mixie fucking with me. He knew who she was before you two ever started fuckin’ around.”
I didn’t think there was anything Clive could say that would knock me off my square, but that shit he’d just said threw a nigga all the way off. Ain’t no way Big Frank would keep no shit like that away from me. My daddy wasn’t a disloyal ass nigga, not towards family.
I socked Clive in the face, the nigga wasn’t finna turn me against my daddy. Big Frank was keeping something from me, but not this shit.Pop! I hit that nigga again. The more I thought about the shit, the madder I got. I thought the nigga was on thatshit and didn’t want me to find out.Pop!Hell nah, my daddy wouldn’t do no cold blooded shit like this.Pop!To let me lay up with a bitch he knew was fuckin’ with a nigga he knew. Fuck no, he wouldn’t let me have a fuckin’ seed with a dirty bitch like that. Raising my hand to hit Clive again, Mixie ran over, grabbing my arm.
“Faheem!” This bitch cried, sounding sincere. “He’s not lying. Big Frank knew about us. I met him years before I met you. He was going to tell you, but Clive knew something about Big Frank that made him keep our secret.”
“What the fuck did he know?” I barked at Mixie, making her jump in fear.
“I don’t know! I swear!” Mixie cried dramatically, throwing herself over Clive tryna protect the bitch ass nigga.
This shit would have been comical had this been anybody else. Seeing Mixie holding Clive’s ass like he meant the world to her should have bothered me. I spent hella years with that bitch. She had my son, and I called myself loving her ass not too long ago. But I didn’t feel shit. Looking at them was like seeing any other bitch crying over her old ass nigga, who just got his ass beat. It was clear, fuck Mixie if she wanted to be with Clive. I didn’t give a fuck. These two sad bitches deserved each other. What I did care about was Juniper. She wasn’t close to Clive in the father-daughter type of way. I didn’t know how she was gonna feel about finding out Clive wasn’t her daddy. Either way, I was finna be with her however she took the news. I’d be her rock, shoulder to lean on, and dick to ride until she felt better. Big Frank, I couldn’t say how I felt about him until I faced him. It was time for him to answer whatever skeletons he had in his closet.
“You ain’t gotta worry, young blood. Forrest ain’t mine. I found out I can’t have kids, that's how I found out Juniper wasn’tmine.” Clive eased the tension a nigga was feeling. I didn’t even want to think what I would do if Forrest wasn’t my seed.
Just ‘cause him and Mixie had me fucked up, I kicked the nigga in his face one last time. Mixie screamed at the top of her lungs, my foot missed her face by inches. Fuck her too. Clive’s blood flew everywhere, I saw a tooth laying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Slightly satisfied, I mugged the fuck out of Mixie as she cried her fake crocodile tears.
“Ion give a fuck what you do in yo spare time, but this nigga bet not eva be around my seed.” Mixie shook her headyesin a dramatic fashion. Looking back, I nodded at Gee signaling for him it was time for us to leave.
Once we got back to the hallway, Gee looked at me crazily. “What, nigga?” I asked, already knowing he was about to say some bullshit.
“Nigga, you had me thinkin’ we was finna kill some shit tonight, and we just left both them bitches in there breathing. My nigga, you better than me.”
“I thought about it, but that would be lettin’ them take the easy way out. I like fo’ mutha fuckas who cross me to suffer. The only way for them to suffer is to let them live and be with each other. Clive won’t ever be the nigga Mixie wants him to be, and I ain’t footin’ the bill no more. Her ass gonna run herself crazy by wanting to maintain the lifestyle she thinks she’s used to.”
“Fuck that shit. We coulda tortured they asses in The Red Room or some shit.”
“I could have, but I need to get home. I got shit to take care of tomorrow.”
