“I hear you. I swear I do, but my heart ain’t really in none of it.”
“I get that, but maybe you need to move a few ways until your heart does feel that way.” I smiled sarcastically. I loved my friend enough to always give it to her straight regardless of how she’d feel afterward.
“Yo, what the fuck did you put on him this morning?” The deep baritone interrupted my thoughts. When I looked up from the cup of coffee in front of me, I spotted none other than her fine ass brother standing a few feet away from our table.
“Why are you here? Where is my baby?” She looked worried immediately.
“With Pops. I came to talk to you about something. The lil’ girl behind the counter said you were over here.” Then his eyes found their way onto me. “We ain’t speaking, Luna?”
“I mean you saw me before you approached this table. So, the question is if you’re speaking. Anyway, I’ma give y’all some space to talk. I need to run to my office, Ommy.” I slid out of the booth and stood to my feet.
“Yo, you are stubborn and beautiful as fuck. Hello to you too, Luna,” Knoxx finally greeted.
I chuckled and gave him a quick wave, before continuing to my office.
I walked in just in time to see my phone lighting up on my desk. I grabbed it and answered without even looking at the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“Finally, after all this time I get you on the phone. You wouldn’t happen to be avoiding me, would you Lunarius?”
My father’s voice should have been familiar to me, but it wasn’t. Instead, it was the very voice that sent a chill down my spine. Now I was hating that I had even answered the phone in the first place.
“What do you think?” I asked.
“I think you’re avoiding and running from the wrong people. I think that you need to come home before I have you brought home.” The edge to his voice was enough to enrage me.
“Are you threatening me, Belarus?”
“No threat intended. I am merely a father missing his child. The entire family and I are worried about you, Lunarius.” He now tried to throw the family in there when we both knew this had nothing to do with me, but everything to do with what he felt like I owed him. My father thought I owed him my life because he brought me into this world. I begged to differ.
“What do you want, Dad?”
“For you to come home. It’s time for you to rejoin your family.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “To rejoin what family? The family that casted me out thinking I would choose them over my child? Definitely not the family who paid for my head.”
“If I wanted your head, princess I would’ve had it. I admit my ways of getting you to do what was necessary might’ve been harsh, but you did what you needed to do. Your child is my grandchild, so I never believed that, but her father was not of us. He had to go and I’m glad you made the right decision.”
Just him bringing up what happened enraged me. Of course, I did what I had to do, and, in the end, I resented myself for choosing my family over my daughter. That decision has haunted me every day since I made it. I protected a family that didn’t give a shit about me in the end. Now my daughter will be forced to grow up without a father, because I took him away.
Instead of saying anything else to my father I hung up the phone. I was having a good day until I was reminded of the choices I’d made in the past. I killed Hayel because he had only used my family to build a case. My father allowed him in and of course I had to be the stupid one to fall for him. I not only fell for the mole, but I also made a baby with him. Things happen though, and I made a decision that would forever sit with me. I didn’t know the full repercussions of my actions just yet, but I had a feeling I’d know soon enough.
Chapter Five
North
Omyia was different. She wanted a nigga at his highest rather than on his knees as a slave to the streets. I liked that about her, but then again it was a burden that a nigga didn’t know if he could bear. Yeah, I stepped away from the streets but at some point, if things ever went wild for my brother, I’d be stepping back in. Omyia was the type of female that made a nigga want better with her and I knew that much just from talking to her. The fact that her pops was who he was, and Knoxx was her brother was enough to convince me of why she thought the way she did. We had even conversed about her baby daddy and his impending situation, that was fucked up no matter how you put it. I didn’t know much about the nigga other than the street shit, but the way she put it was fucked up. I’ve never talked to a female as much as I talk to shorty, I mean yeah, my sister but that didn’t count. She had me really out here getting to know her, and I enjoyed it. I don’t know it that was a good or bad thing at this point, because I actually enjoyed her conversation and presence. By now most females would’ve said or done some dumb shit to be on my shit list, but not her. Shehad a good head on her shoulders and unlike most women she knew her worth. I admired that and it attracted me to her more.
With my head back hanging off the office chair and my eyes closed I tried to focus on the head in my lap. I couldn’t though. I couldn’t because it was something about the female that I had yet to share a bed or real intimate space with that had a nigga straight up stuck. I couldn’t say her presence was enough because it wasn’t even that. It was her fucking soul. I imagined it to be just as beautiful as she and I felt like I needed to get as close to it as possible. I was in no rush, because I wasn’t looking to be tied down or forced to make any promises that I couldn’t keep. The fucked up thing is even knowing that I still can’t leave her alone. I couldn’t commit to moving around.
I kissed my teeth when I felt my dick hit the back of Toya’s throat. Usually, her head game could ease even the deepest of thoughts, but right now her shit was subpar. I guess it’s because I didn’t even want to be fucking with her right now, but I didn’t have the time to break another bitch’s jaws in. Contrary to popular beliefs I didn’t keep a plethora of bitches or any of that because that shit could be time consuming. Females liked to believe they had more with a nigga then they did. Besides Toya, I messed with this female named Santi, but unlike Toya she knew how to keep it moving and stay out of my face for the most part. I mean at the end of the day we both got something out of this, it wasn’t like I was out here playing with their heads and using them.
“Are you not enjoying it?”
In one swift movement my semi hard dick was no longer in her mouth, and she was looking at me for an answer.
“Nah, I ain’t.” I was an honest nigga so there was no room for me to lie.
