Chapter 11 #2
Spotting her at a table by the window, I ignored the hostess that was trying to speak to me. I jogged over to her and scooped her up out of her seat. Hearing her laugh in person was low key making a nigga emotional. I missed her little ass for real.
“Put me down boy. I am still your big sister!” she fussed. I refused her request and hugged her tighter. “Okay, okay. I get it. I missed you, too.”
Finally releasing her, I placed her down on her two feet. She ended up getting my mother’s height. She was tiny as fuck with the confidence and attitude of a giant. Her lil’ ass could hang with the big dawgs and put you on yo’ ass just as easily, too. She had Greek blood flowing through her.
“You look good, sis’,” I complimented her taking a seat across from her.
“Thank you, big head. You do as well. I see you’ve added to your collection,” she said pointing out my new tattoo.
Nodding, I replied with, “Hell yeah. I had to do something. This one chick got a nigga going crazy. I blew her muthafuckin’ back out. I’m talkin’ ‘bout took her through there, only to wake up to an empty bed. I been tight ever since. That pussy too good.”
“Ashaun, please spare me the details of you and your whores. I am not interested in hearing about the disgusting things my little brother participates in. I was going to ask how’s life treating you but clearly, it’s giving you hell,” she jested.
She could laugh all she wanted but the reality was, women weren’t worth a fuck.
Akira was a different breed. I knew that from the way she talked to the way shawty walked.
She wasn’t a bitch looking for a nigga to take care of her either.
She may have been humbly grounded, but she damned sure rocked labels from head to toe.
Anybody that knew money knew she had plenty of it.
“She giving me hell. Shit, while we at it, so is Arion’s wife.
Clover left the club with him on their birthday.
Oh yeah, they share a birthday. Ain’t that something?
Anyway, her hardheaded ass done dipped on his ass again and now I’m left looking for her for the umpteenth time.
I’m tired of this shit, Ro,” I complained.
All she could do was laugh. Apparently, my hardships was entertaining.
“What is going on with you two, and where did y’all meet these women?
Seems like y’all are reaping someone else’s karma.
No, I take that back. You deserve everything you’re getting.
You dogged so many bitches from coast to coast, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was karma herself. You need to do better, Ashaun.”
“I don’t need to do shit but stay Black and die. You ready to eat?” I questioned changing the subject.
“I already ordered for us. It should be out any minute. I know how much you love pancakes, so I got you a five stack, some scrambled eggs, grits, and sausage links. I didn’t know if you wanted a mimosa or not, so I just opted for orange juice.”
She’d looked out for me and Arion since we were kids. Her and Linh were damn near the same person. If it wasn’t Ma Dukes making it happen for us, she was. The love I carried for my sister would always be irreplaceable.
“’Preciate it, sis’. When you got to go back?”
“In two days. This was just a quick stop for inventory before going back. I figured I’d tag along this time since it’s been two years.”
“Two long ass years, too. You gon’ see the rest of the crew or what?”
“I am. I called Pops and he’s waiting for me. Ma Dukes is cooking a feast. Something I don’t need. I’m already picking up weight.”
“You look good, Ro. You been a twig all yo’ life. It’s good to put some meat on yo’ bones for a change.”
She reached across the table and punched me in the chest. “Don’t get beat up in here, aight?” Nodding, we both shared a genuine laugh. I really did miss my sister.
Just that fast the good spirits I shared with my sister was snatched away.
I watched the woman that had me so throwed off in the head waltz her giddy ass inside with another nigga on her side.
I tuned Ro out completely as I focused on the scene at hand.
I knew I was taken for a joke, but a clown was crazy work.
I looked like Boo-Boo the Fool thinking ‘bout her when she damned sure wasn’t thinking ‘bout me.
The fact that she had her arm looped around his was causing my blood to boil.
I knew I threw warnings out left and right when I was in that pussy, so her trying me right now meant she ain’t give a fuck.
My crash outs came from muthafucka’s playing with my blood or our money.
But this lollipop head ass lil’ girl had me on ten just from the shit she put in front of me.
“Shaun, you’re red as hell. What got you so disturbed?” Ro inquired with worried eyes.
“Call the police.”
“Wait, what? Why?”
“I’m ’bout to dead this bitch for playing with my feelings.”
I was on my feet damn near sprinting across the floor to her and the nigga she came with.
Once I was in reach, I snatched her ass up with the quickness.
I fucked who I pleased and dipped out afterward.
The fact she did that shit to me had me hot.
Also, I wanted her for myself. Showing up with a nigga after my dick was raw deep wasn’t the safest route to go.
“You losing yo’ shit, huh? You think you just gon’ fuck on a nigga and that be that? Eraser Head I promise it ain’t that easy. Then, then you show up with this pussy nigga like I’m ‘spose to let this shit slide. You got me fucked up, Ma!” I shouted.
The entire time I spoke, my hand was around her neck. Was I squeezing her shit? Nah. But I fa damned sho’ wanted to. My likeness for her wouldn’t allow me to. However, putting her ass through a wall didn’t sound too bad.
Slapping me across the face, she yelled, “Get yo’ fuckin’ hands off me! Are you crazy?”
“I warned yo’ ass, but I see you ain’t take heed. Who the fuck is this nigga you all up on?” I questioned.
“None of yo’ fuckin’ business,” she squealed pushing me in the process.
“Shaun, it’s never that serious. Stop,” Ro said trying to pull me off Akira.
“Tuh. I know you fuckin’ lying. You all in my grill when you here with a bitch. This muthafucka…” Akira rattled off.
“I don’t know you and vice versa. Let’s not disrespect each other, aight?” Ro spoke calmly.
“Oh bitch, fuck you, and fuck this nigga too. Brandon let’s go before I catch a case. I ain’t got time for bum ass niggas and their flavor of the day. Leave me the fuck alone, Ashaun.” Akira gave me one last push causing me to fall into Aurora and the table behind us.
Before I could get to my feet, Ro was locking her legs around me holding me down. “Stop Ashaun. Whatever you and her got going on ends here. Clearly you two are too toxic ass people that need to stay away from each other. Let her be.”
“I ain’t letting shit be.” I helped Ro short ass up, coughed up some blue faces from my wallet, threw them on the hostess desk, and walked out. Aurora was on my heels.
“Leave the girl alone, Ashaun. You gon’ end up in jail!”
“You better bail me the fuck out, too.” I hopped in my whip and sped off into traffic. I had something for Akira’s ass.