7. Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
Buck
Pregnant? Nah. Ain’t no fuckin’ way.
I was battling with my thoughts as I watched Goldie stroll her mad ass out of my building. As bad as I wanted to make her choke on my Glock for putting her hands on me, I was too stunned to fuckin’ move. She’s not the first chick to put a baby on me, but this time, the shit felt different.
“Babe?” I heard from beside me. I forgot just that fast that I brought this hoe home with me.
“I ain’t ya babe, so kill that shit,” I snarled. “You gotta bounce. I’on feel like being bothered right now.” I started to walk off, leaving her standing right there, but the feel of her small hand tugging at my shirttail stopped me in my tracks.
“Hoe, is you cool? The fuck you pulling on my shit like you crazy for?” I wanted to knock this bitch’s teeth into her ass, but my mind was in another place. “I said I’on feel like being bothered no more. The fuck don’t you understand about something as simple as that?” Muthafuckas loved to call me an asshole but never reflect on why I talk and treat other muthafuckas the way that I do.
“I can make you forget about that hoe,” she purred.
I don’t know what it was, but something about her calling Goldie a hoe pissed me the fuck off. That disrespect alone had me pulling my Glock from the waist of my sweats.
“Call her another one and see won’t your brains be the new interior design in this muthafucka. I said I’on wanna be bothered, so the only thing I expected from you was to leave me the fuck alone,” I barked. By now, security was headed our way.
“Everything good, Mr. DeLuca?” James, the head of security, asked.
“Nah, get this bitch out my face before I break hers. I didn’t even bother to wait until she was gone because I knew James would handle it.
I headed straight upstairs to my place and went straight to the bar. Taking the top off of the Louis IV, I took down a big gulp before repeating the process two more times.
Pregnant?
That shit was plaguing me like a muthafucka. I know I was fucked up, but I could’ve sworn I wore a condom with her ass. She had to be lying or some shit because ain’t no way she was for real.
“Fuck!” I bellowed.
With my head in my hands, I tried to wrap my head around this shit.
“This some bullshit,” I mumbled as I pulled my phone out.
“Wassup, Buck?” Kasha asked once the call was connected.
“Listen, Kash. I need you to do me a solid,” I stated.
“I’m listening.”
“I need you to send me Goldie’s address.”
“Lincoln DeLuca.” I could hear the smile in her voice without even seeing her ass.
“Man, Kash. Chill with that shit. Ain’t shit like you thinking. Can you just do the shit, so I don’t have to come that way?” I asked.
“Mhm. I’m sending it now.”
“’Preciate that, Kash.”
“Sure.”
Once I disconnected the call, I pulled up the text where Kasha sent me Goldie’s address. I realized she didn’t stay that far from here, so I grabbed my keys and headed to her place. I was going to make a stop at Walgreen’s before I did, though. I wasn’t gone trust shit she showed me. I know how girls liked to keep pregnancy tests or get them from their pregnant homegirls. Nah, I was getting my own shit, so I knew whatever the results were, they would be legit.
***
I pulled up to the address that Kasha sent me, and I was now in front a decent sized house. I know I lived in a penthouse, but these houses were damn near on top of each other. Ain’t no way I want my neighbors looking in my damn yard. I didn’t see a car in the driveway, but the house had a garage that was closed. Someone could very well be inside.
Stepping out my car, I swaggered onto the porch and rang the bell. A few minutes later, A lil’ nigga came to the door and had a mug on his face. I knew she was young, so maybe this was her brother or nephew.
“Aye, Goldie here?” I asked.
He mugged me before he responded. “Nigga, who is Goldie?” he frowned. I almost popped his bad ass in the mouth until a woman who looked very similar to Goldie come to the door. I don’t know if this was her mama or sister, but damn.
“Aye!” she snapped her fingers to break me from my trance. Taking a deep breath, I got my temper in check before I spoke again.
“I’m looking for Goldie,” I repeated.
“Goldie?” the lady reiterated.
Shit. I forgot I only called her ass that.
“My bad. I meant, Nicari,” I corrected.
“Nic, isn’t here. Who are you?” She studied me like she was waiting for me to say the wrong shit. The lil’ boy was still beside her, mugging me as well.
“I’m her boss. I needed to talk to her about something?”
“From the bar?” she asked.
I nodded.
“Mhm,” she retorted. “Well, she’s not here. I’ll tell her you came by.” That was all she said as she looked at me dismissively.
Not bothering to say shit else, I got in my car and lit my blunt to calm my nerves. This girl must’ve really put some voodoo on me if I let her people talk to me crazy like that.
I smoked my blunt right there in the driveway. I was determined not to leave until Goldie brought her ass home. I knew her people still knew I was out here, but I didn’t care. My phone rang, and I saw it was Stacks.
“What nigga?” I answered.
“The fuck you at?” I could tell he was at the track by the sound of his background.
“Out,” I responded.
“Must be wit’ a bitch. Hit me later, ol’ hoe ass nigga.” He laughed.
“Ya daddy, bitch.” I hung up on him as soon as I saw headlights pulling into the driveway. I grabbed my Glock just in case it was a nigga, because he was definitely losing his life tonight. Stepping out the car, I approached the car just as Goldie got out.
“Buck?” She squinted. “What are you doing here?” she asked with an attitude.
Ignoring her, I stepped around her and headed to the car so I could see who the fuck just brought her home. This shit looked familiar as fuck. When I opened the door, I had my Glock visible. Who I saw had to be a triplet because she looked like Goldie and the woman in the house, just a tad bit darker. She didn’t even acknowledge me before she got out the car.
“Aye, get in the car,” I addressed Goldie.
“Nic, you good?” ol’ girl asked.
“She straight.”
“I’ain talking to you. I’m talking to my sister,” she snapped, all while rolling her eyes and neck.
“I’m fine Mel. I’ll call you,” Goldie responded.
Without saying another word, I opened the passenger door for her, and I’m pretty sure it surprised her because it surprised the fuck outta me. Once I circled the front, I hopped in and pulled off.
“Wait. Where are we going?” she asked. I could tell she was about to panic, and I didn’t need that shit happening on my watch. Especially if she was pregnant, and the kid was mine.
“Aye, chill. I just want to holla at you,” I stated.
“Oh, now you want to talk?” she laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny because when I came to talk to you, you treated me like some random ass hoe,” she sassed.
I chose not to respond because I wanted to take a different approach, but I was itching to mush her fuckin’ head into the window.
The rest of the ride was silent. I didn’t even have the radio on. I needed to be able to hear my thoughts clearly before I talked to this girl. When I pulled up to my building, I parked in my designated spot and headed upstairs with Goldie in tow. I almost took her to my main spot, but I didn’t want to take that chance just in case she was playing me. In the event that she was, it wasn’t like she would live to tell anyone.
“Here.” I handed her off the bag that contained a three pack of pregnancy tests.
“What’s this?”
“Pregnancy tests. Go take ’em.” I stood in front of her with my hands buried in my pockets. My face may have been stoic, but internally I was battling against myself not to fuck this girl up against the nearest wall.
“You didn’t believe me when I told you the first time?” she sassed.
“Nah. I need physical proof, and I didn’t want shit that you saved.”
Rolling her eyes, she took the bag and headed to the bathroom. I hope she didn’t think I trusted her ass that much. I’on care how fine she is. I was standing in there with her and would hold all three of those muthafuckas if I had to.
“Excuse you? Can you step out?”
“Nah. Ain’t like I ain’t seen yo’ pussy before. Do ya thing and hurry up,” I ordered.
After a brief stare-off, she finally took the tests and placed them on the counter before washing her hands. Before she had them dry, all three of those bitches said ‘PREGNANT’. I glanced at her, and she had a soft expression on her face, almost like she was scared. I didn’t even know what to say to the shit, so I said nothing. Instead, I turned around and left. When I say left, I left the fuckin’ building and went to the bike yard where I knew Stacks was. When I told him what was going on, he looked at me like I just told him I fucked his bitch.
“So, you just left her there?” he asked.
“Yeah, nigga. Didn’t I just say that? Keep up.” I frowned.
“You got to be one dumb ass nigga. The fuck you came to talk to me for instead of ya baby mama?” he quizzed.
“We don’t know if her kid is mine,” I countered.
“Didn’t you fuck her?”
“You know I did.”
“Aight then. That’s yo’ baby mama, nigga.” This nigga had the nerve to have a smirk on his face that I was seconds from knocking off.
“I didn’t fuck her raw,” I insisted.
“Well, the condom must’ve broken. You ain’t pay attention to that shit?”
I tried hard to think back, and I couldn’t remember that detail.
“Fuck!” I cursed, clearly pissed off at the situation.
I never thought the day would come when I regretted one of my one-night stands…. until now.