11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Buck
I knew Stacks was picking Kasha up today and bringing her home.
I don’t know why he was bringing her back to his house, but I can’t talk.
Soon as Goldie told me she was pregnant, I moved her ass in.
I wanted to drop in on his ass tonight, but I needed to check on my shit and his.
He had that nigga Stone making sure things ran smoothly at the yard, and our cousin Sophi was watching over the club.
She was our cousin on our mama’s side. She was a year younger than me, and just moved back into town not long ago.
She said she wasn’t running, but I knew better.
Sophi didn’t just pop up. I just wish her ass had popped up a lil’ earlier, so I could’ve used her ass at the bar.
I just went over the inventory list at Vault and was ready to head out. When I finished, I turned my computer off and got ready to leave when there was a knock on my door.
“Yeah,” I called out without looking up. When I did, my blood immediately started boiling. “The fuck you doing here, Armani?” I hadn’t seen this bitch since I fired her ass and now she pops her ass up.
“I came to talk to you.” She walked further inside, shutting the door behind her.
“We ain’t got shit to talk about. You already know what’s up wit’ me, so I’on know why you playing yo’ self, shorty.”
“Buck, you know I love you and you threw me aside for that hoe!” She stomped her foot like a toddler having a tantrum.
“I bet she doesn’t even suck your dick like I do.
” Just the mention of Goldie and my dick caused me to grip my shit.
I guess she thought that was an invitation, because she descended to her knees and tried to pull my dick out of my jeans, but the steel of my Glock froze her in place.
“Bitch, this ya last warning. Get the fuck up and out my gah damn face. If I see you again, I’m gone blow ya shit back.
” I watched unfazed as tears streamed down her face and her scrambling to her feet.
When she was gone, I grabbed my keys and left.
I’d tell Tahra about the list before I dipped.
I didn’t even want to go to the club or Linc’s now, so I texted Sophi and Jazz, letting them know I’d be there tomorrow to check on shit.
I needed to get home to my girl and son.
I got home just in time. Goldie had just laid Benny in his crib and was getting ready to get in the shower.
I wasted no time checking on my son before stripping out of my clothes and joining my girl.
When I walked inside of the bathroom, I could see her wet, honey-colored skin through the glass shower doors.
When she heard me, she turned around and smirked.
“I still think you have a camera in here somewhere because how do you always seem to catch me in the shower?” She greeted me with open arms while I picked her up and pressed her back against the tiled shower wall.
“I know when that pussy ready, shorty.” I kissed her passionately as I slid between her in slick folds.
“Ughn.”
“Damn, Goldie,” we both moaned on impact.
I took my time to bring my baby to a release. I wanted to savor the feeling of her walls clenching around my dick. The shit was a losing battle.
“You missed me today, shorty?” I asked between kisses and strokes.
“I-I…shit! Yes,” she whimpered.
“I missed you too, mama.”
I sped up my strokes since I was on the verge of my own release.
Gripping her ass cheeks, I spread them apart to allow me deeper access, and I pummeled her center until I was sending the rest of my kids into her awaiting womb.
With my forehead pressed against hers, I caught my breath while she caught hers.
Once our breathing regulated, I pulled out of her and placed her on her feet before washing her up.
“You need to start pulling out, sir.” I peered down at her like she’d lost her mind because clearly she had.
“You got me fucked up, Goldie. The fuck I gotta pull out for?” I frowned.
“Benjamin is not even a year old, that’s why.”
“I can count and chill out. If you end up pregnant again, it’s cool.
Ain’t like your kids got different daddies or some shit.
” I shrugged while she laughed and shook her head.
We finished washing and was now in the kitchen.
I was fucking starving, and I knew I had a plate of whatever she cooked tonight.
“Didn’t Stacks pick Kasha up today?” she asked, and I nodded since I had a mouth full of food. “I think I’ll go see her tomorrow.”
“That’ll be good. I know it’s crazy as fuck over there. Y’all can go over that wedding shit.”
“That wedding shit? That’s how you feel about our wedding, Lincoln?” She had a frown on her face and her hand on her thick hip. Licking my lips, I was ready to finish this food so I could lick her instead.
“How the fuck am I supposed to feel, Goldie? Wedding planning is y’all shit. Just tell me what I need to do and when.” She acted as if we were getting married tomorrow. We already decided to wait until Kilo came home anyway so he could be a part of it.
“Don’t worry about it.” She started to walk off, but I grabbed her arm.
“Aye, don’t do that. Yo’ period ’bout to come on something?” I was genuinely confused because she was mad for nothing. “What I need to do to fix it, Goldie?” That question caused a smirk to form on her face, and I countered with one of my own.
“Nasty ass.” I slapped her on the ass and carried her back upstairs to give her exactly what she was looking for. I’d check on Stacks in the morning.
***
the next morning…
I got up early and called Stacks to tell him I was coming to get him.
He tried declining at first, but he didn’t have a fuckin’ choice.
I was ready to get this shit over with. It didn’t have shit to do with me directly but fuckin’ with my brothers was fuckin’ with me and everybody knows I take that shit personal.
I let him know Nic was gone come sit with Kasha and go over some wedding shit and he agreed right after he called himself cursing me out.
I just finished getting dressed and headed downstairs to find my family.
I have to laugh at myself every time I think about where I am now.
After Joi’s hoe ass, you couldn’t pay me to take another bitch serious.
Yeah, aight. Goldie brought her sexy ass ’round and all that shit went left.
Crazy thing is, I’m not mad about the shit at all.
When I made it downstairs, I found Goldie in the kitchen packing Benny’s bag to take with her.
I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck, so that’s exactly what I did.
“Damn shorty. You smell good as fuck.” I grumbled into her neck.
“Thank you, but move.” She shrugged me off. “I need to finish getting this stuff together so we can leave. If you start yo’ shit, we won’t make it,” she accused causing me to bellow loudly. Shit was so loud, it scared my boy.
“Shit, my bad, homie. Yo’ mama swear she knows me. Tell her to stop hating on ya pops.” I picked my son up and talked to him like he understood what I was saying.
“I do know you. That’s why I know you’re about to load your son and bag in the truck so we can go.” I watched as she walked over, stood on her tiptoes and kissed me.
Yeah, she was turning me into a simp ass nigga.
After I got her and Benny situated, we left and headed over to Stacks’. When we pulled up, her sister Mel was getting out of her car with their bad ass brother Keenan in tow.
“Nic, why didn’t you tell me to come and get you?” Mel asked.
“Because I was bringing ’em. That’s why,” I interjected before Goldie had a chance to respond.
“You get on my damn nerves,” Mel countered rolling her eyes. She got close and took Benny from arms and I let her.
“Keenan, bring yo’ bad ass over here and get this bag.”
“That ain’t my baby,” his bad ass voiced.
“Man, if you’on come get this damn bag.” I frowned in his direction and waited for him to come and get this bag from my hand. “I’on say you ain’t my kid when you be asking me for shit now, do I?” His only response was to roll his eyes and snatch the bag from my hand.
By the time we made it to the door, Stacks had already opened it to let Mel and Benny inside. I watched him hug her and try to take Benny, but she wasn’t having it. When he went to hug Goldie, I pushed his ass back. “Watch out. You’on gotta do all that.” I mugged his ass and walked inside.
“You a hating ass nigga,” he laughed before dapping Keenan up. “Jace is upstairs in his room.” When he said that, his bad ass took off running.
“Where’s Kasha?” Nic asked.
“Right here.” I turned in her direction and rose to my feet.
Heading in her direction I caught the eye of everyone in the room. When I got close to her, I pulled her into my arms and hugged her.
“I’m sorry, Buck. I didn’t mean for all of this to happen,” she cried.
“It’s all good. I believe you. You of all people should know if I didn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
“He hates me.” she sniffed.
“Nah, he doesn’t. He’s just acting like me right now.” I smirked. That caused her to simper.
“Hey, girl,” Goldie spoke, followed by Mel.
I pulled Goldie to me. “I’ll be back when I’m finished with this nigga. Don’t get too drunk.” I kissed her. “Better yet, get fucked up.” I slapped her ass and told Stacks to bring his ass. Once they were settled, we piled in my truck and headed to his club.
“You good, bro?” I asked, glancing between him and the road.
“Yeah. I’m straight.”
I slapped his chest. “So, check it. We gone have somebody get inside of Gator’s mama’s crib and inject her with some shit that’s gone make it seem like she had a heart attack in her sleep. I already got the shit on the way.”
“You really think that’ll bring him out when he left her out in the open?”
“Yep. I got it set up with them RCF niggas to send someone to do a welfare check. They’re going to write the shit up and have them come to get her since they’re contracted with the city.
They’ll call that nigga and get him there, and we’ll handle the rest.” I already had all this shit planned out because I knew my baby brother wasn’t in the right head space to do so.
I wasn’t with this shit, especially with my having a family now.
“Shit, it sounds like you have everything under control,” he stated.
“I know you got shit going on. That’s what I’m here for.”
He nodded, and we slapped hands. I wasn’t about to let this muthafucka keep causing havoc in my fuckin’ life and my family’s.