“Jam, can you go and get mommy a paper towel?”
“I’m not your maid. Why do I have to go and get it?” Shaq was laughing, but I always tried to keep a straight face, so I didn’t encourage her smart ass mouth.
“Well, you said you would be mommy’s helper. I just needed you to help me. That’s all.”
“I said helper. Not slave.”
“Mila!” I said sternly.
“Fine. I’ll go and get it your majesty.” When she walked off me and Shaq fell out laughing.
“She be dragging you all by your edges. That lil girl mouth is something else. What you gone do with her?”
“All I can say is pray for me.” Mila walked back in handing me the paper towel with all the attitude she could muster up. Shaq laughed at me before grabbing her things.
“Let me get out of here before my Ike senses start kicking in. I swear sometimes you would think we were raised by two different mamas.”
“Girl, fuck that lady.” I did my best to respect my mama especially how she acted towards us growing up. She was the type of woman that only cared about her man. She left us in the house for days to lay up with her nigga, and when she would come home, she would have an attitude because she had to be there. It was no encouragement or love in our house. In her words, we were just the lil bitches standing in the way of her money.
Even though she treated us the way that she did, when I had Mila, I tried to let them have a relationship. You would think age and time would allow you to reflect on your mistakes. It was cool at first until we found out that Mila had deficits. Once she was diagnosed, my mother told me she couldn’t be seen with a slow grandkid. It took everything in me not to beat her ass, but I made sure that was the last time she ever saw my child. Crazy part is, she didn’t even attempt to.
“Yall two ain’t gone ever get along.” I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door opening it.
“You don’t see nothing wrong with your mother because you’re just like her. The only difference is you love your niece. I’ll see you Friday when I drop Mila off.”
“Byeeeee! I’ve been put out of better places,” she said as she walked out the door.
“Yeah, but it wasn’t by me.” Slamming the door, I laughed as I walked in the kitchen to get dinner started. I had no idea what I wanted to eat, but Mila pretty much ate the same thing every day. Grabbing some fries and nuggets out of the fridge, Icut the grease on to start on hers. Going to the front, I grabbed my pills and threw one in my mouth. Shaking my head, I tried my best to forget my shameful day.
13-DEVIN “THE MERCENARY” MERCER
Lil Durk was in rotation as I continued to bench press. What Happened to Virgil blasted through my Beats as I approached the fifty mark. I was in the gym at the facility since we just finished a game. Most people didn’t know that players work out after we play, but it helps flush the muscles and stop them bitches from getting sore. A lot of times, I do my workout at home, but since I was trying to impress Blaise by being a team player, I was at the facility.
Feeling my phone vibrate, I housed the weight bar, and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. Normally, I’m locked in and would call whoever back, but since Landon was still at my house going through some things, I checked my phone whenever it rang. Seeing it was my private investigator, I hurried up and answered.
“What you got for me, Tom?”
“Since you didn’t need an extensive search done on her, I got you a phone number and an address. I’m emailing it over along with an invoice.” I laughed to myself at him sliding that in.
“Nigga, you could have given me a freebie for that lil shit, but I got you.”
“You know I don’t do shit free but sling this dick. I’ll holla at you.”
“Hey, still nothing on Brianna?”
“There is no digital print on her after college. I also checked death certificates, but nothing comes up on that end either. I’ll keep checking though.”
“Aight, bet!” Hanging up, I got annoyed all over again. How was it so hard to find one girl? I’m not gone lie, I felt fucked up and like a creep seeking Blaise out because she reminded me of her. I also knew if I found Brianna, I would no longer pursue her and that in itself was foul. Ignoring how messed up it was,I went to my email and got her number. Smiling, I dialed her number. I knew she was going to be shocked as fuck to hear my voice on the other end of the phone.
“Hello. This is Blaise Monroe.” My dick jumped at the sound of her voice. Always professional. Well, she wasn’t when she was riding my dick.
“Do you ever just relax and be chill.” There was silence for a while, so I had to look at the phone and see if she hung up.
“Why the fuck are you calling me?” That professional shit went out the window quick. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever heard her talk like this.
“Damn! I thought we turned a new leaf. You mad at how bad you wanted a nigga, huh?”
“Naw, I’m mad I stooped down to the gutter to fuck a low life like you. Now, I’m over here with a burning pussy to remind me why the fuck I only mess with men of a certain caliber. You had your fun, but understand this, it will never happen again. Don’t call me, and don’t show up to my job again or I’ll have your dirty dick ass arrested.”
