Chapter 30 #2
When August Senior returns, you will forever be in amazingly great hands.
The past will never come across your mind.
He’s not a woman beater. Never was. He was just crossed into my tangled world.
The man you met, died. He’s August motherfucking Abbott 6.
6. Meaning, he’s more in tune with his feelings and doesn’t mind expressing them at any moment.
He’s very alert and dangerous. He’s fast. He’s even more of a protector now than before.
He has more power than he’s ever had. No, he doesn’t sell drugs.
He’s an enforcer. Captain Enforcer to be exact.
He’s my eyes behind eyes behind eyes of many motherfucking eyes.
He … is … that … motherfucking … man … no one will ever …
see … coming. He’s not an affiliate. He is part of The Savage Clique.
He sits at the highest gotdamn table that I provide.
He’s in the middle of my guys and me. Keep that to yourself.
When he wants others to know, they will fucking know.
Trust me. Start out as his friend, please.
If you honestly don’t want him, he will let you be and healthily co-parent with you.
If you choose him, everything that haunted you will never haunt you again.
I can promise you that. To further put your heart at ease with me, here’s a stamped and approved agreement.
The first and last of its kind. On Thanksgiving, August Senior demanded that we, my husband, Baked, J-Money, Ruger, Bango, Myson, and himself, sign this in blood.
What it says, if I ever put you and his love in harm’s way again, …
my kids and self won’t ever breathe again.
Keep up with it. Your guarantee that I will never step out of line with you and his love again.
That’s if you choose him. Have a good day, Mona.
With a wet face and a big smile, I held onto the vintage paper with seven different bloodied thumbprints and watched her hop into her buckey naked vehicle.
The old August was beyond dead, and every day I looked forward to seeing the new August. Just as I was eager to see our son, who had come to the apartment many nights, leaving plastic eggs for Azaria and me to find.
“My Augusts are back. Fucking finally.” I choked up, staring at a truck that I prayed I would see every day since Angelette was fourteen days old.
When the truck stopped, so did the music. Once the doors opened, I held my breath, unsure which door to look at. So, I pulled my head back to capture everything I needed to see from both doors. Out hopped the Augusts with no shirts, confident, healthy-minded looking.
There they go, I thought, smiling at the beefy men with their eyes on me.
Their heads and shoulders were squared when they stepped from the truck. Both rocked their heads while assault rifles were in their right hands. As they tapped the Glocks on their left leg, they proudly sang, “These Glocks. These Glocks. These Glockkkks. Gon’ get to spittin’ if you try me.”
My eyes became teary as I finally had my eyes on the handsome boy who was even more healthy-minded than before.
“He’s okay.” I choked up, causing August Senior to nod.
“Yes, Momma. I’m okay. I miss you,” August Junior announced as they neared us.
“I miss you too.” I choked up, finally having the will to run to my brightly smiling boy.
After giving him a ton of kisses and hugs, he chuckled. “A’ight, Momma, that’s enough. Gotta go find Azaria. I’m sick of her seeing pictures of me. She needs to see me.”
“Just one more kiss,” I told him, bringing my lips to his cheek.
“I miss the fuck out of you, Momma. We have a lot of catching up to do,” he told me as I pulled from him.
“Yes, we do. Your sister is wearing bright orange. Make it easy to find her chocolate ass in a sea of children,” I replied, causing him and his father to laugh.
While I watched August Junior jog to the truck, August Senior exhaled smoothly, “So, um, you are his mom, right?”
Looking at him through teary eyes, I nodded. “I am.”
“So, that makes you Mona Averhart, right?” he inquired, putting his handgun into the holster.
“It sure does.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m August Abbott Senior.
I was told that you have a thing fo’ racin’.
I was wonderin’ if we could discuss an upcomin’ racin’ show an’ if you would like to go wit’ me.
That’s if you are single single, no dick going in your mouth or pussy or you entertainin’ anybody.
I gotta factor in … if you in the company to socializin’ wit’ a man who’s interested in gettin’ to know you,” he said confidently, eyes reflecting peace, love, and freedom.
Nodding, I answered, “I’m single single. I don’t mind a little socializing. I would like to know more about the racing thingy.”
“Cool. Do you mind if we exchange numbers?” he asked, slowly tilting his head backward. He was surveying our surroundings.
“Sure,” I replied nervously, wondering if the family reunion would be turned out by goons.
“Mm,” Thiago held out, cracking his neck. “We fucked.”
“Ah, shit,” King held out as I kept my eyes on a calm August.
Dropping his head and looking in Thiago’s direction, August Senior smiled.
“I know, an’ I’on give a fuck. Why? She was supposed to have fucked you.
She was supposed to have felt all over the place wit’ a nigga like you in her presence.
Why? ‘Cause the old me had her in the middle of a fuckin’ tornado.
Thanks fo’ thinkin’ you was gon’ make me ache fo’ som’ shit I genuinely didn’t know.
Thanks fo’ thinkin’ that the other shit that I learned would send me down a rabbit hole I could never get out of.
I banked on yo’ ass thinkin’ that I would turn into a junkie, nigga. I really did.”
“Man, this shit here is unnecessary, Thiago,” Tiberius hissed as August Senior stepped more to the left and removed the shield from a very beautiful, custom necklace.
“Oh, shit!” Tiberius, Thames, and Tobias hollered, stunned.
“Fuck,” Thiago held out disappointedly.