“You can get them shits at the end of my belt. Don’t play with me, little boy,” I fussed. This was why I didn’t want him to tell this story. My sons were inquisitive and loved to experiment like they were scientists.Now I have to put a block on our credit cards and keep an eye out on what they do on the internet.If I didn’t, I would turn around and have a delivery of FHRs at our house.
Pop Ned continued. “These fools got ten two liter bottles, filled them, and put them under a damn car. Guess what happened to the damn car?”
“Did it blow up? Is that what happened?” Jamal finally broke his silence.
Jamal was a perfect mix of his mama and daddy. He was the introverted, quiet type that you had to watch. The boy was violent on the low like his damn mama. Last year, in his sophomore year, he stood up for this autistic kid that got bullied. The bully decided that he would turn his stupidity on Jamal.Jamal let the boy pop off and hit him one time. After that one hit, that boy got his face caved in.
Galiana and Jacob had to pay for the boy’s facial reconstruction surgery. You would think that they would have put Jamal on punishment or something. Nope. They started to train the boy. I thought they were crazy as hell. In the little over a year that he had been in training, it taught him discipline, temper control, restraint, and many other skills. Big G wouldn’t be happy that I said this, but that nigga was about to be one hell of a killer.
Before Pop Ned could answer the question, Big G worked on my behalf and caused an interruption. The door to the private room at the restaurant that we were in opened. Smoked Soul was one of the best barbeque, soul food restaurants around.
“Family!” Corleone walked into the room. “What it do?”
Ned was the first to stand to his feet with a wide smile. Corleone was the pride of his heart. He recently went on his first mission with his father. I didn’t know the details of the mission, but I knew that Ned walked around for a week like the boy graduated college.
Corleone and Ned embraced. “What the fuck you doing here, boy? I thought you were busy.”
“You know I’m not about to miss time with the family. I shifted some shit around,” he let his dad know.
He sat in the empty seat that was between his dad and Jamal after he greeted everyone. The server came in, got his order, and was on her way out of the room. He leaned forward on the table. “So, what y’all talkin’ about?”
Joseph leaned forward. “Cory, did you know your dad and my dad blew up a car?”
I threw my hands up. Here the hell we go! “I didn’t blow up a car!”
Travis snickered. “It kinda does sound like y’all blew up a car. Maybe your recollection of events is off like your workout form.”
I will punch this nigga in the fuckin’ throat!
UpThe Mountain for A Good Time . . .
It was Christmas Eve, and a gang of us had taken over this resort in the damn mountains. We rented out half of the resort which was crazy to me. They thought we were joking when we first approached them, then they didn’t think we would be able to pay for it. That was something that we were used to.
It was hard to be Black Excellence in the world that we lived in. When we weren’t in our business suits on that G kind of stuff, people thought we were your basic Black men. I, Jacob, Draco, Ned, and Croy were in the meeting. After those folks told us about the total cost for an all-inclusive experience and half of the resort cabins blocked for us after negotiation, they had that look of arrogance that we couldn’t pay for it.
When Jacob asked where to send the wire transfer, all of their faces turned red. They were dealing with four millionaires and a billionaire. After the money hit their account, they prepared to be at our beck and call.
“This suite is so amazing! Oh my God!” Ruth roamed around the room like she never saw anything nice.
It was a six-bedroom cabin that had all the bells and whistles. Ned, Shan, Kellie, and Shanae were in the cabin with us. Kellie and Maggie opted to share a room, the same as my sons. It didn’t seem like my sons would grow out of their want to be in the same bedroom any time soon.
I watched Ruth touch things like a kid from my seat in the living room that was big enough to fit a two-bedroom apartment in. “Ruth, don’t act like I’ve never taken you anywhere nice. Stop playing with me.”
Ruth set down whatever the ugly thing was that she took off the fireplace mantel. She looked sexy as hell in her leggings and turtleneck. Her snow boots were at the door. She walked over to where I sat, straddled my lap, then cupped my face with her hands.
“Are you going to be a grinch this year? You know the Grinch doesn’t get pussy,” she seductively said after her lips moved close to my ear. “Do you really want to be a pussy-less grinch?”
See, people thought that Ruth was one thing, but she was so much more. I loved the way my wife loved our family and the Lord. What I really loved from the depth of my soul was the temptress in her that seeped out. It was the sexiest thing ever. Like right now, my dick was hard as a rock. She was slick, though, because she knew I couldn’t dive inside of her in the living room.
My hand smacked her ass, then I kissed her neck. “I know something that you don’t. The Grinch was getting plenty of pussy. Trust me. Martha Mae Who was bustin’ it wide open for that green dick. She was bustin’ it open just like you’re going to after this big ass dinner.”
Ruth’s head bucked back with a tight face. The tightness only lasted for a second before her head fell back and a boisterous laugh filled the room. “I hate you so much. I’m about to take a shower and get ready for dinner.”
My head tilted to the side. “Nah, Mrs. Ruth. I need you to handle this hard dick. I’m too damn old for blue balls.”
She stared at me for a moment. Before she could put her lips on mine, the front door to the cabin opened. When I saw who it was, my head fell back on the couch.Have patience, Mega.
“Hey, Mr. Manfield,” Travis greeted after he came in the cabin behind Maggie and Kellie. “Are y’all ready for dinner?”
