Chapter 6 #3
Just as quickly as he opened his juicy lips to speak, August slammed his mouth shut. His and King’s phones rang. Never removing his eyes from me as he retrieved his phone from the holster, August said, “Talk to me, Ryan.”
King laughed. “What’s up, Kingdon?”
Both slid to the edge of the chair and laughed loudly, “What?”
As August extended his hand to me, King howled in laughter. “She said what?”
“Put her ass on the phone, man.” August chuckled as I rushed from the ground, putting my hand into his.
While motioning me to climb on him, August’s phone was filled with life.
Seriously yet comically, Momma Orthella fussed, “I ain’t finna go no-damn-where wit’ y’all.
Not one of y’all smell like weed an’ cigarette smoke.
Not finna get in nobody’s vehicle that ain’t been anointed by weed, cussin’, an’ guns.
Nope. Tell August to come get me himself.
I love you nephew, but you have always been too damn respectful an’ calm fo’ me.
I don’t like feelin’ sympathy fo’ my health.
I’m a strong blind lady ‘cause of my son.”
King and August looked at each other, smiling wickedly.
Kingdon sighed heavily and long.
August and King held back their laughter as they walked toward the door.
Intrigued at the no-nonsense woman with a loving touch, I pondered what would come out of Kingdon’s mouth once he finished sighing. My curiosity was gone once I heard his stern hiss turn into words.
“Auntie, get your blind ass up. It’s in the middle of the night, and you’re having a fucking fit about who drives you from this dusty ass place.
Your ass is too old to be acting like Azaria.
I’ll put up with her shit, but yours … fuck no.
Let’s go. I have a pregnant pussy appointment that I need to make in three hours and ten minutes.
” Kingdon fussed, causing my eyes to buck.
My fiancé chuckled and nodded.
King pumped his fists and said, “There he goes.”
“That’s the kind of nephew that I like. Come on here, silverback gorilla number two.” She giggled, causing the males to laugh.
“Only your son.” Kingdon chuckled.
“Well, my only born, I put my hand in this strong man’s hand wit’ long fingers like his mother.
I’mma see you when we get to my new home,” Momma Orthella voiced kindly, causing King and August to look at each other, curiously.
I wondered what caused them to look at each other that way. I hoped I would learn soon.
“A’ight. Love you, guh,” August responded as he and King continued walking toward the door.
Once they slapped their phones into their holsters, King cleared his throat sternly. As he looked at his hands, he said, “His mind is going to turn tricks now.”
“Yep.” August nodded as King opened the door.
“Why?” I asked, looking into my man’s eyes.
“A part of him need to know who their maternal family is. He ain’t like Kingsley, King, an’ me.
He need the full layout befo’ determinin’ how he should move wit’ someone.
He need to be in they face an’ have a few conversations.
He don’t do that over-the-phone shit. He gotta stare into a motherfuckas’ eyes an’ tilt his head to get a better read on ‘em. I’m certain we gon’ get a call that we need to be at his side so he can learn ‘bout they maternal family. That’s when I’mma have to turn into the overseer.
Why? I’m an outsider in their maternal family world.
I need to see so I can best help the enforcer.
That’ll be King. He gon’ have to become that ‘cause it deal wit’ their maternal family.
Basically, it’s Kingdon’s final chapter of his old life so he can step fully into the man he feel he should be,” August answered as we sat on the porch.
“Right.” King agreed, plopping next to us.
Dragging my nails across August’s neck, I rested my lips on his. As he tenderly kissed me, sending butterflies floating in my stomach, I gazed into his concerned eyes. Soothingly, I said, “I’m going to be okay, so stop looking like that.”
Nodding, he replied, “I will once I see you lookin’ an’ doing better.”
When he leaned his head to the left and held it in position for ten seconds, the energy started shifting around him. Once he leaned his head to the right and rolled his shoulders, a tough topic was on the verge of spewing from his mouth. Thus, I braced for it.
As the wind dragged around more hot air, August growled and narrowed his eyes. The silly man had officially turned into a goon.
Tapping my butt, he sluggishly declared, “Yo’ brothers finna come out from wherever they at.
The Quad Ts finna find they asses. They headed to Georgia, nih.
Them niggas gon’ be in my face befo’ the sun creep up.
When I put my eyes on them niggas while they lookin’ at holes just fo’ them …
I’mma breeze by yo’ folks crib. I got a very shawt window to have a nice chat wit’ yo’ fuckin’ parents.
It won’t be nice, an’ you ain’t allowed to come.
Do I make myself clear, Mona Beezus Averhart? ”
August’s thuggish command and creepy smile created a dangerously wet pussy, made my lips pucker, and had my fingers gliding across my chest.
Even though I was aroused, I thought, oh, no. This isn’t your lane, August. It’s mine. I can handle this shit. The Quad Ts finna run through my siblings. It’s wise for me to find them. At least, the idiots will have a chance to continue breathing?
“Do I make myself clear, Mona Beezus Averhart?” August asked more sternly, sexier, and more slowly.
Lying through my pretty teeth, I nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
“My guh.” August nodded before pushing me further on him.
How can I get away from him after he’s seen me devastated and broken? The way he saw me, grants him full access to lick and stroke me until he feels my mind is in place to face my demons, I thought while King’s phone rang.
Within seconds of wondering how to break free of August, August Junior’s smooth, hearty laughter rushed into the evening’s air, making my world a little better.
“Cousin King, do you know where your truck is?” August Junior chuckled hard.
As August and I looked at a growling King, he stood and said, “I know damn well my truck is in y’all’s garage where I left it. Just like the females should be in the house.”
“Nope. It’s parked in the center of Cousin Kingsley and Ryan’s yard.
They just busted a house party that Phineas and I hosted.
Please, come get your wife, sister, sister-in-law, and Shannon.
They are turning this teen party out. Azaria got her shovel in the air talking about ‘don’t panic’ an’ doing the beat-it-up dance.
Kingsa got one of Azaria’s limbless dolls in the air, twirling it while twerking on the counter, next to her ace boon coon.
Simon has never hollered his sister’s name as much as he has since we’ve known him.
Oliver’s on the kitchen table, hyping Kingsley, who was in a full split, throwing cheeks when I ran out of the house to call you to come get your vehicle and them.
Phineas said Min almost ran the mailbox over to get into this packed yard.
He said they were already dancing and wild.
” August Junior chuckled as King fled from the porch.
“Baby, I’mma drive yo’ truck,” August rushed to say, holding onto me tightly while running behind a fussing King.
There is my getaway ticket.
Heartedly, I laughed. “Okay.”
Agitated as hell, King hollered, “When the fuck did they leave? Not a soul said shit. Nih, I gave her ass a pass last night ‘cause Kingdon an’ I fucked up. But two motherfuckin’ nights in a row … nawl, that asshole finna be leakinnnnnn’! August Junior, disconnect my truck’s battery!”
Thanks for not knowing you are coming through for me, cousin, I thought, smiling.
August sang, “Them assholes finna be leakyyyy!”