9. Chapter Nine
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Chapter Nine
Buck
I was frustrated as fuck with Goldie’s lil’ ass. Hearing her insinuate she would get an abortion didn’t sit right with me. I’d hate to have to reunite her with our kid if she tried me like that. After looking over my inventory list, I shut my computer down and left my office. I had a meeting at D.E. so I needed to find Kasha to let her know I was leaving. When I made it upfront, I spotted her at a table near the bar.
“Wassup, Kash?” I spoke.
“You leaving?” she asked, taking her eyes off of her phone to give me her attention. The only thing was mine was somewhere else. “Buck?” she called my name. I broke the trance I had on Goldie before speaking to Kasha, who had a smirk on her face.
“Don’t start yo’ shit,” I voiced, pointing my finger at her.
Throwing her hands up in mock surrender, she replied. “I didn’t say a thing, but I see it all over your face.” She smiled. “You like her, and that’s okay.”
“You’on see shit, so watch out.” I laughed. Kasha was like a big sister to me ever since she started working for me. I had mad respect for her and vice versa. “The only thing you need to be concerned about is making sure this bar runs smoothly and my brother.” I smirked. Stacks was on Kasha hard, and she knew it, but she kept playing him to the left.
“I’m going to tell you like I told your brother. He ain’t big enough to ride this ride.” I didn’t know if she meant her age since she was six years his senior or her weight because she was a bigger girl. Either way, I know Stacks didn’t give a fuck about either. He had his eyes set on her and he would undoubtedly have her before it was all over with.
“If you say so. I’m out, but call me if you need me.”
Nodding, she went in the opposite direction while my eyes were still locked on Goldie. I saw her bump Armani’s shoulder hard as fuck and I knew that meant her stupid ass said some shit to her. I didn’t have time to babysit or play referee, though. I had a meeting to get to. They were both grown and knew how to handle themselves.
***
I pulled up to DeLuca Enterprises right before the meeting was set to start. My pops gave me a knowing look, but I ignored his ass and got down to business.
“Maseo. I thought we told you that you were to give us forty-five percent of your profits in order for this shit to run smoothly?” I stated.
“You did, but business has been slow,” he lied.
“Bullshit. You just thought that you could get over, but you didn’t realize was that I was wrong muthafucka to try that shit with.” I was already aggravated, so coming in here and this muthafucka was trying to play me didn’t sit too well with me.
“Do you have my money?” I asked.
“No, I—,”
I didn’t even let him finish before I put a bullet between his eyes while Stacks took out the two men that were with him.
“Meeting adjourned,” I announced.
“You seem a little uptight, son. Everything okay?”
My pops was very observant. Even though I was known for my irrational behavior, some shit was just out the ordinary for me, and killing a client in the middle of the day in our main office was one.
“Yeah, I’m straight,” I lied.
“Nigga, got baby mama problems,” Stacks blabbed. I wanted to kill this nigga next for running his fuckin’ mouth so much.
“What is he talking about, Buck?”
Taking a deep breath, I told my pops everything that has been going on and how I was feeling about it. It felt good to get that shit off my chest, but I still didn’t know how to come to terms with this shit.
“So, what do you plan on doing with this young lady? If this is your child, you will do what’s right and take care of them. Both of them. I didn’t raise no bitch niggas,” he spoke.
“I’on know, Pop. I haven’t really talked to her about it. I tried today, but it sounded like she wanted to get rid of it and I went off,” I explained.
“You can’t be going off on her like that, son. She’s emotional and most likely scared. You need to talk to her, not at her. The two of you need to come up with a plan so that you can be prepared for your child.”
I heard what my pops was saying, and it made sense. I just didn’t want to be the nigga it made sense to.
“Clean-up is on the way,” Stacks informed.
My pops nodded, and I stuck around until cleanup was done before I left. I needed to go talk to my mama. I know she was gone beat my ass, but I needed her sound advice before I made my next move.
***
Just like I predicted, my mama tried to knock my head off my shoulders after I told her about the situation I was currently in with Goldie. She wasn’t happy at all, but she didn’t turn her back on me either.
“Lincoln, you need to have a civilized conversation with this young lady. You can’t go barking orders like you run everything. Did you ever think that she’s feeling the same way that you are?”
Listening to my mom put things into perspective made more sense to me. I knew all I had to do was come and talk to my favorite girl and everything would be okay.
“So, what do you think I should do?” I asked.
“You can start by getting to know her. She may work for you, but you know nothing outside of that. How do you expect to raise a child together when you know nothing about her? You need to be able to know that you can trust her to be the mother of your child, as well as trust her enough to be a part of your life.”
Nodding in agreement, I let my mama know I understood what she was saying.
“Thanks, Ma. I knew you would get ya boy straight.” I kissed her temple.
“Mhm. My boy better bring this girl here so I can see who you went out and procreated with,” she sassed.
“It might not even be my baby, though.” I smirked.
“That could be true too, but I still want to meet her,” she insisted.
“I got you, Ma.”
I sat with my mama until my pops brought his perverted ass home and was all in her space. I had to go anyway. I had a lot of shit to do before I talked to Goldie again. Hopefully, this conversation will go better than the last.