Page 167 of Own It

“Last thing, um, you think there is any chance for me and Daylin? Like, is the shit she got with that nigga real or some type of fucking trauma bond?”

Nate laughed, shaking his head at me while expelling a displeased breath.

“You young muthafuckas will always lose chasing these women. Once y’all learn to use them bitches for what they carry between their legs and to continue your legacy—boys only—life will be much greater, trust me.”

“You right.” I nodded, though deep down I still yearned for Daylin no matter how much I thought about how foully she did a nigga.

Without another word, Nate exited, and Morris came in almost at the same time.

“Fuck was his old ass on?” Morris spat, obviously not a fan of Nate.

“Said he gonna help me get to this money more than I have been.” I smirked, and Morris let his glare dissipate.

“Shit, that means you gon’ help ya boy out, right?” He took up residence on the couch beside me.

“You already know.” I slapped hands with him. I might throw Morris a few bands, but if I couldn’t make shit shake in LA, I was skating on his ass with maybe Daylin in tow.

* * *

DAYS LATER . . .

My spirits were up now that I’d met with Nate, and even more so when the nigga came back forty-eight hours later with two duffel bags of cash as promised. I was feeling great and also a little less paranoid knowing I had Rakim’s father on my side. Shit was still hard to fathom.

“Fuck.” I groaned, releasing my nut on Morgin’s lower back before falling to the side of her.

I’d gotten a hotel and invited her down to kick it and fuck like usual. I would much rather have been chilling with my baby, but Morgin had some good ass pussy, and I wasn’t gon’ lie. I missed it. I wasn’t sure what Daylin carried between her legs, sadly, but I could confirm that Morgin had some fire and water.

“We need to talk, Shaun.” Morgin repeated the same shit she’d been texting me while I was laying low and ignoring her ass, as she laid on my chest after wiping my nut off her back herself.

I would’ve thought after the light shopping, food, and dick, she would’ve moved on from that.

“What?” I frowned.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Bitch, what?” I yanked my arm from being under her neck. “I told you to get an abortion a minute ago!” I roared, fretting the fact that she was probably too far along now.

I couldn’t be sure because I’d never gotten a bitch pregnant before I met Morgin and, therefore, never had to pay for abortions until her trifling ass.

“I did! This is a new pregnancy! Did you forget that after I recovered from that abortion you got right back to fucking me and raw!” she reminded me, and I couldn’t even say shit, ’cause it was facts.

I never stopped fucking Morgin. Once she sent proof she’d gotten a pill to kill off that first pregnancy, I ran right back up in her ass, assuming she would handle her shit better, but I was wrong as hell.

“I’ll send the money,” I said, shaking my head as I threw my legs off the edge of the bed. “You better actually be pregnant and not just taking my bread.” I peered over my shoulder at her.

She smacked her lips and got up, putting on the hotel robe like always.

Sitting at the foot of the bed with her back to me, she asked, “Would it be so bad if I kept it?”

“Hell yeah, it would! Fuck is you talking about, Morgin? I don’t want no fucking kids!”

“You mean you don’t want them with me!” She shot up to her feet, irate.

“Duh, bitch! We fuck! That’s it! From day one, we both agreed that it would be nothing more!”

“That was when you were with Daylin, but she has moved on, and now you’re single!”

Her words, though facts, were like a fucking dagger to my chest.