14. Drix #2
I nodded once. “Go ahead and talk to your people then, Twin, but let me address the room”—I looked from her to each of her parents—“Watch how the fuck you talk to and about my wife in my presence. If you’re going to be taking shots at her confidence and career, you better not let me hear that shit. ”
“Or what?” Joyce pressed.
“Or my mama gon’ beat the fuck out you,” I deadpanned, kissing Myome’s hand and sliding out of her hold. “As somebody who actually has a family who fucks with them, trust me. If I call her, she’ll have yo’ ass on the ground in twenty minutes max.”
I pivoted and slid by Ralph to walk out of the kitchen and plopped down on the couch, just close enough to still hear what was going on.
“That’s who you chose to marry, Myome?” Joyce hissed.
“He just threatened your mother!” Ralph added.
“He was defending me and he means well. He’s just overprotective, and honestly, I need someone like that in my corner in this industry.”
“He’s bad PR,” Joyce snipped.
“Well, I didn’t get married for PR, Mom.”
“Myome, when you decided you were going to throw away the top notch education your father and I fought tooth and nail for you and your brothers to get just to dance around on stage yelling into a microphone for pennies on the dollar, we let you.
We weren't happy about it but we told you to do what you wanted and—”
“That’s not what happened. When I told you about my music, you told me I was being ridiculous and threatened to kick me out. Drix may have been a little rough in his delivery but he was right. Y’all downplay what I’m trying to do.”
“What are you trying to do, Myome?” Joyce’s voice rose.
“Look, baby. We’re just worried about you,” Ralph offered.
“It’s a little late to be worried about me now,” Myome whispered loudly. “Now that I’m finally on the verge of making a breakthrough.”
“A few gigs and a tour isn’t enough to sustain a life, Myome, and if you think for a second that man in there is going to help you stay afloat, you’re sadly mistaken,” her mother warned.
“We’re just trying to remind you that shit is hard and a lot of people don’t make it in this industry,” Ralph said softly.
“But a lot of people do,” Myome argued.
“Not as many as the ones who fail, and looking at where you’re headed, there’s a good chance you’re going to be in the latter.”
I stood and headed toward the kitchen.
“Why? Because you were?” Myome scoffed. “You failed at being a musician so you automatically think I’m going to fail. Is that it? You don’t think I can do something better than you?”
“I was a musician and watched this game chew up and spit out artists ten times the singer and performer you are,” Ralph said. “Shit. I was one of them. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming, baby, but you’ve got to know when to fold them.”
“You named me and my brothers after music. You still play your old songs while you work. You never gave up and you never moved on. You just couldn’t cut it and you can’t stand the thought of me reaching my dreams when you let my mom end yours.
I know that’s why you hate me in specific.
I wasn’t the firstborn. I didn’t end your career.
I didn’t make you stop touring. That was Major, but you love him.
He can do no fucking wrong. It’s only me that you do this shit to and why is that?
Because I remind you of what you could have been? ”
“Look—”
Ralph took a step toward Myome. I slid my safety off and made my presence known.
“Talking to my wife crazy will get yo’ ass beat but putting yo’ hands on her will get you killed out here.” I nudged my head toward the entrance. “I feel like this conversation is over for the day. Myome just got out of the hospital and should be resting anyway but thank y’all for stopping by.”
“We—”
“Thank y’all for stopping by,” I repeated. “Don’t make me have to say ‘get the fuck up out our shit’ because I’m trying to be respectful,” I warned.
Joyce clenched her jaw and glared at Myome who crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
“Come on, Joyce,” Ralph coaxed his wife and grabbed her hand when she was close. “Call us when you give up on this stupid idea, Myome.”
“Or are actually going through with the divorce,” Joyce added.
I chuckled. “Yeah. A’ight. Keep waiting on that shit.”
I watched them hobble their old asses out the front door, walked over and locked it behind them, then headed back to the kitchen where Myome stood in front of her fridge trying to open a water bottle.
“I’m proud of you,” I offered as I walked over. “You stood on shit.”
Myome scoffed and looked up at me. “You think?”
“Yeah. I do. I’m proud of you.”
“I’ve been beating bitches up for as long as I can remember but there’s something about my parents that just gets under my damn skin.”
“That’s probably why you beat on women, Myome.” I chuckled.
“True. That anger has to go somewhere while I’m trying to play respectful daughter.”
“Well, if you ever want to put hands on your mama, I’ll put feet on yo’ pops, Twin. I promise.”
Myome cut her eyes at me but the corners of her mouth tilted.
“You know they’re never going to like you now, right?”
“As long as you like me and they respect you in front of me, it’s whatever.”
“I really appreciate you looking out for me and defending me though.” She threw her arms around my neck.
“I told you, Myome. I got you.”
“I know.” She smiled and lifted to kiss me but we pulled apart when knocking sounded at the door.
“Can you get it? If it’s my parents coming back, can you get rid of them?” she asked.
“I’ve got you.” I grabbed her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her again then headed to the door. I yanked it open, prepared for the bullshit, but found myself face to face with Dashawn. “Fuck.” I moved to the side to let him inside. “Sit down and give me five.”
“A’ight.” Dashawn walked inside and collapsed onto the couch while I headed back to the kitchen to check on my wife.
“It was Dashawn. We were supposed to take that ride.”
“Fuck,” she cursed. “I forgot about that. I’m sorry, Drix. I didn’t mean to keep you.”
“Man, forget all that. You’re good. If I make this run, will you be okay though?”
“Yeah. I’m going to shower and get in bed honestly.”
“Nah. You need to eat dinner. Call Charm and set something up.” I pulled my wallet out and grabbed one of my cards and offered it to her. She lifted an eyebrow. “Take the card, call Charm, and get a nice ass dinner on me.”
“Drix—”
“You want to argue for real?”
“I don’t need you to buy us dinner.”
“I know but I want to. That’s my job as your husband, you know, to provide and shit. Take that card so daddy can take care of business and come back home to give you the business.”
Myome lifted an eyebrow and snatched the card from my hand.
“Be careful making your run, Berlin,” she warned.
I smiled. “You gon’ be worried about daddy?”
“Mhm.” She nodded and wrapped her little arms around my midsection. “And I don’t want to be waiting all night to reward you for all the providing and defending you did today.”
“Word?”
“Mhm.” Myome licked her lips and my hands went to her ass.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
“And if I’m sleeping when you get back, wake me up.”
“I got you.” I leaned down and we kissed each other nastily.
“Berlin, I’m not playing. You better wake me up when you get back.”
“I’ll wake you up. I promise.”
“By sliding it in?” she asked.
I lifted an eyebrow. “That’s what we on?”
“That’s what we’re on,” she confirmed.
“Nigga, do I need to get food and water?” Dashawn called.
“Bitch, shut up. I’m coming!” I snapped.
Myome laughed, shook her head, and let me go.
“Bye. Be careful.”
“A’ight.” I smacked her ass. “Get that dinner with Charm for real. I’m going to be checking my account.”
“Okay. I’ll call her. I promise.”
“Thank you.”
I headed out and Dashawn hopped up immediately.
“Have a good one, Myome!” he called out.
“You too, Dashawn.”
We headed out and were about twenty minutes into the drive when lyrics forced their way into my brain and I immediately typed them up on my phone.
Dashawn and I had left the hood but he hadn’t fully gotten out the lifestyle just yet.
He was my boy and I was down with helping him when needed but he didn’t really want to depend on me to take care of his family, which was something I respected.
I understood how he felt. There were certain things I wanted to do on my own just like Rome didn’t come to me for everything he had going on in the industry.
He had to find his way, and after everything we’d been through, if Alan couldn’t watch his back that was the least I could do.
The drive out to Dashawn’s meeting was two hours one way, and when we got there and he climbed out, I took that opportunity to video call Myome who picked up on the third ring.
“Where you at?” I skipped straight to the point.
“At dinner with Charm like you demanded.” She giggled.
“Let me see what you eating.”
“Seriously, Drix?”
“Come on. Let me see.”
She flipped the camera and showed me the table. She had a plate in front of her with pasta and Charm was on the opposite side, taking a bite of bread.
“Happy?” She flipped the camera back toward herself.
“Let me see you take a few bites, then I’ll let you go.”
Myome looked off briefly but didn’t argue with me.
She propped her phone up and muted me so she and Charm could do their girl talk and eat together.
I muted my phone too so I could listen to music while I smoked and looked from her to Dashawn, back and forth.
By the time he was done with business and waved me over, Myome had eaten almost everything off her plate.
“Good job, Twin. I’m proud of you. I gotta go though. I’ll see you later tonight.”
I watched Myome reach for her phone and unmute me.
“Okay. See you tonight.”
I winked at her then hung up and hopped out of the car.
Dashawn and I grabbed his packages, loaded the car, and headed back to the city.
Instead of going home, we headed to the little spot Dashawn owned where he stored his stuff.
We went through his inventory together to make sure he had everything he’d paid for and organized it.
Then I went with him to make a few drops.
By the time I finished, it was a little late but I headed to Myome’s place anyway.
I took a quick shower in the guest bathroom then slipped into bed with her.
She lay on her back with an arm above her head.
When I flipped the covers back I saw she’d worn a cute little silk nightgown.
I kissed her all along her face until she grumbled awake.
Then I rested my forehead against hers, lifted her legs into the crook of my arms, and slowly slid right into her.
Myome gasped against my mouth and I tongued her down nastily as I slow stroked her right out of her sleep.
“Fuck, Drix.” Her eyes opened and she grabbed my face in both of her hands.
“I’ve got you.” I pushed myself all the way inside her. “I’ve got you, baby. Daddy’s home,” I said.
And I meant that shit.
Being buried in that good shit between Myome’s legs was a nigga’s home and somebody would have to kill me to make me come up off it, or her for that matter.