My mama came in right after, holdin’ both of us, cryin’ and laughin’, all that at the same time, and for a second, it was just us.
Just family…
Uncle Kojo, Uncle Asa, Auntie Nyori and Auntie Abeni came next, showin’ love, sayin’ what needed to be said, and I took all that in, lettin’ it hit the way it was supposed to.
Then I reached for Toni.
She stepped right into me, still holdin’ My’Love, and I ain’t even wait. I kissed her heavy as hell, my hand comin’ up to her face while I pulled her close.
My’Love ain’t like that shit, though.
The longer I took to love on her, the more she started fussin’, her lil’ face scrunchin’ up before she let out a loud cry like she was fed up with me not payin’ her attention.
“A’ight, a’ight,” I muttered, smilin’ as I took her from Toni.
Soon as I got her in my arms, I started kissin’ all over her face, her cheeks, her lips, under her neck, and she calmed down quick, lookin’ at me like she finally got what she wanted.
“That’s my baby,” I said low, starin’ at her like I couldn’t get enough.
She looked back at me, her eyes locked in on me, and that shit did somethin’ to me I ain’t even try to explain.
Once she was good, I shifted my attention right back to Toni, pullin’ her in again and pressin’ her against the wall like I ain’t give a fuck who was standin’ around.
She grabbed my tie and pulled me down to her. I kissed her again, deeper this time, lettin’ everything I been holdin’ in come out in this moment.
“I love you,” I murmured against her lips.
“I love you too,” she said right back with tears slidin’ down her face.
And for the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.
A nigga was free…
And I had my family right here with me.
Drahma Town
Hours later…
It had only been hours since I was finally set free from all the bullshit, and a nigga was back outside, posted in the VIP like the last couple months ain’t even happen. At the same time, I felt that shit sittin’ different, ’cause I knew exactly what I just walked away from, and how close they came to tryna bury me in it.
The section was loud as hell with music hittin’ hard. Bottles was lined up across the table, and weed everywhere like we ain’t give a fuck about no rules. My niggas was turnt like it was they case that just got thrown out instead of mine.
I was laid back in that black leather, shirt open, chains hangin’, watch catchin’ every light that hit the section, and Ialready knew I looked how a nigga supposed to look after beatin’ some shit like that. I smelled good. I felt good. More than anything, I was finally able to just sit here without somethin’ hangin’ over my head.
Pressure was drunk as a muthafucka, and that nigga was actin’ like he needed a trophy or some shit.
“I’m just sayin’, bruh,” he kept goin’, standin’ halfway up with his drink in his hand, slurrin’ just a lil’ but still loud as hell. “They tried to do my cousin dirty, and look how that shit played out. That’s what happen when you play with us.”
Renza was already cryin’ laughin’, leanin’ forward like he couldn’t even hold himself up. “Man, sit yo’ emotional ass down before you spill that drink.”
“I ain’t emotional,” Pressure shot back, pointin’ at him. “I’m celebratin’.”
“You been celebratin’ since the first bottle,” Blaqson muttered, cool as ever while he poured himself another drink like none of this shit was new to him.
I shook my head, laughin’ while I reached for the blunt. “Let that nigga rock. He earned it too, I guess.”
“Exactly,” Pressure said, noddin’ like I just proved his point. “I been stressed too.”
