Chapter 15 #3
“Bitch, you put your hands on him when I’m not present! Ain’t shit changed about a bitch touching him while I’m present!” Momma Thea yelled as I watched my son wipe Germoney’s face before lifting her as he did with Azaria.
“Hmm,” I held out as she dropped her head on his shoulder, sliding her mouth closer to his neck.
She was crying, hard. She was embarrassed and hurt.
I could only imagine how the other children were treated by Patty, so I took my focus away from my son and Germoney.
I eyed a sad, disappointed George Junior and his other sister.
“Are y’all hungry?” I asked, stepping into their vision so they wouldn’t see their father smiling at Momma Thea beating the shit out of their hollering mother.
“Very,” they responded, nodding vigorously.
Digging into my pocket, I exhaled sharply. “Go to the cafeteria and get whatever y’all want. I don’t want any change back. Split it.”
“Thank you.” They nodded graciously, barely keeping eye contact.
Many reasons kept a person from looking at someone: shyness or the fear of the other person seeing what went on behind closed doors. So, I cleared my throat sternly and looked into George Junior’s light brown eyes.
“I’m gon’ ask this once. Do you trust yo’ baby sister going back home wit’ them?” I asked lowly.
“Momma Thea, you’ve scalped the bitch! That’s enough, gotdamn it! If I have to tell you again to let her go, I’m going to slap you to sleep! Don’t forget I’m pregnant with twins!” Mona hissed nastily as the evil-spirited bitch of a mother howled from pain.
“Quad Ts, get yo’ momma! If Mona’s pregnancy threatened, I can’t lose y’all an’ my boy’s friendship! Go get her!” Momma barked as I had to snap the fearful kids attention to me.
“I know it’s a lot going on, but answer me, George Junior. Now,” I ordered, stepping closer into his presence.
“Absolutely not. I don’t trust Grishla being in that household with her, especially after today’s event.
She has two more years before she graduates from high school.
I’m twenty-two years old, two years older than Germoney.
I’m not college material, but I couldn’t continue tolerating being in that household with her.
She’s mean. He’s loving. She hates how he loves us.
She’s two-faced when we are in public; acting as if she’s the mother of the year,” he offered lowly as a series of ‘bitch’ left Momma Thea’s mouth.
“Y’all have family that can step in?”
“We do, but Momma’s a powerful attorney to some queen pin. Whatever Momma says needs to happen, it will happen that way,” he whispered lowly, piquing my interest in the queen pin.
‘Do you know who the queen pin is?’ I mouthed as heavy boots stomped into the dorm.
“Ah shit,” The Quad Ts held out, causing me to step back and turn my head to the left.
Oh shit, I thought as The Savage Clique stepped into the dorm room, dressed in all-black. To the outsiders, they looked as if they were welcoming a family member to their first year of college. To those who knew them, they were out to execute someone.
While the boss bitch of all boss bitches took six steps, Ruger, Juvy, Bango, and Myson stood behind their boss, slowly taking in everyone in the room. Behind them, Baked and J-Money held onto the handles of a trunk chest. With his foot, Baked closed the door.
Lawd, have mercy. We in the middle of somebody else’s shit. Fuck, I thought as Kingsa, Azaria, and Thiago’s twins cheerily waved at the goons they’ve seen many times. “Hey!”
As if they weren’t about quiet mayhem and murder, they looked at the toddlers and grinned. “What’s up?”
“Two princess Abbotts, come,” King ordered, causing Kingsa and Azaria to run to him.
“Next to me,” Thiago spoke coolly. In seconds, his twins ran to him.
“Now, that my very special little friends are out of eyesight. Patty Henry. Word around town is that you are flapping your fucking gums about who you work for and what all you can do for them. Let’s be clear, bitch, you can’t do shit for nobody.
I make it possible for you to do it. You aren’t powerful bitch!
It’s me!” X spoke calmly before bellowing the last two sentences.
Lawd, we in the middle of som’ shit. Fuck!
I thought as X slowly blinked and said, “You see, I told your ass more than once … to stop walking like your pussy fat and you can cuff it. I told you if I had to come at you for walking around like you got a golden pussy, I was going to make it a faux golden deceased pussy. Did I not?”
“You did,” she whined as I heard George Junior and Grishla’s stomachs growl.
While X nodded slowly and put on her gloves, I didn’t make a sound as I removed the smashed honey buns from my back pocket. Once I extended it to them, they rushed to receive it. I looked at them and placed my forefinger to my mouth.
As they nodded, X evilly chuckled. “All infants and toddlers out of my eyesight now. Shits about to get fucking real in this room. You want to run to the police and tattle; feel free. They’ll kill you. They are on my fucking payroll. Isn’t that right, my favorite informant, George Henry Senior?”
Oh, shit, X. Not in front of the teens. Not in front of them, I thought, shoulders sagging as I slowly breathed out.