Chapter 8 #2
I turned around ready to cuss her out, but looking at her standing there with her arms wrapped around her body and tears streaming down her face fucked with a nigga spirit.
I can say Yanna’s tears fucked with me more than I wanted to admit.
It took everything in me to walk out of Yanna's crib, but I had too.
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I didn’t head straight home. I couldn’t, my head wasn’t in the right place to deal with Maddie.
I woulda took my aggravation out on her.
I drove around for a good hour just thinking.
One of the text messages I had gotten threw me for a loop; it was from an unknown number.
The message read: “Long Live King Sonni. Let all his enemies die one by one.”
That shit threw me off because what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
When I called the number, it was one of them fake text numbers.
Not too many outside our family fucked with Sonni.
Riker was his right hand nigga, but he was on the same time as Sonni.
Them niggas made a name in the street, but it wasn’t a good one.
Niggas saw Sonni as a grimey nigga who only gave a fuck about his own benefit.
Sonni and Riker were the type to sell you some dope.
Then turn around and rob you then charge the mutha fucka double for the lost work, knowing they were the ones who got the dope.
They’d puled that scheme off a few times before niggas caught on.
One too many times, Sonni would call on me, Ya’, Tition, or Nakeem to get him outta some shit because niggas were after his head.
If it wasn’t for the name the four of us built, Sonni wouldn’t have lasted as long as he did.The streets turned Sonni from the happy college bond nigga into a cut throat mutha fucka.
Sonni had burned every bridge he had aside from us, and then that relationship was hanging on by a thread.
I carried so much guilt for letting my mama talk me into putting Sonni on.
I should have forced his ass to go to college.
The money really changed Sonni from my little brother to a snake.
I hated he had to lose his life behind his fucked up ways, but it was life… there wasn’t shit I could do about it.
What really fucked with me was seeing Yanna cry, and I couldn’t figure out for the life of me how this girl had me feeling some type of way in such a short ass time.
In my entire life, no female had me open the way Yanna did.
She did that shit without my permission too.
Shit, she even had a nigga missing her choclate ass like I hadn’t seen her in weeks.
I felt like a simp ass nigga forreal. This broad ran through my mind all day when I wasn’t around her.
She had me planning fake weddings and picturing her carrying my seed.
In the worst way, I wanted to see where this shit could go with Yanna.
Life said fuck my plans, and now a nigga was in his fucking feelings because I couldn’t have Yanna the way I wanted her.
For my seed though, I had to do what I had to do.
Eventually, I wouldn’t think about Yanna.
She’d be a distant memory, and I’d be able to focus on my seed and my family with Maddie.
At least, I prayed that’s how this shit went with us.
I ended up pulling up to my brother Tition’s house.
Titon was around my height and weight… I figured I could get my hygiene together and steal some of his clothes.
Going home with Yanna’s juices clinging to my dick would only add fuel to the fire.
I’d already done the most by staying out all night.
Washing my dick was the least I could do even though I really didn’t want to.
Call me a nasty nigga, but I didn’t want to wash Yanna off me yet.
I wanted to smell her essences on me a little longer.
I ended up chopping it up with Titon for a while, after I washed my ass and changed my clothes.
It was pushing nine when I finally took my ass home to face Maddie.
This was finna be the same song and dance as we always did when I fucked up.
She was gonna talk her shit. Swear up and down she was gonna leave me.
Since she was pregnant, she’d probably throw some slick shit in there about my seed.
I’d hem her ass up, drop this dick off in her, and we’d be good.
I sighed because I had never realized how over this shit I was until now.
I don’t know if it was me wanting Yanna or what, but this repetitive stuff had to stop before a nigga went crazy.
All the lights were out which wasn’t right ‘cause Maddie hated being in the house alone in the dark. She was scared of the fucking dark. Pulling my nine from the back of my pants, I cautiously walked through the house making sure nobody was in this bitch that wasn’t supposed to be.
One by one, I cleared all the rooms until I got to our bedroom.
Slowly, I opened the door, and I could see the light from the TV casting over Maddie’s body covered under a bunch of blankets.
I went to call out her name, but I was cut off by her voice. “I’m okay. Just tired and in a little pain.” Maddie sighed. I was confused until I heard another voice coming from the speaker of her phone.
“I bet you are. An abortion ain’t no joke. Them bitches hurt.” I recognized Josie, Maddie’s best friend’s, voice.
I stayed quiet, even though I was feeling blood boiling the more I listened to these bitches talk on the phone.
“Don’t I know it. I’m trying to get some rest before that dirty ass nigga bring his triffling ass home. It’s gonna be a royal rumble in this bitch.” Maddie smacked her lips.
“How you think he finna act when he finds out about you getting an abortion?” Josie ignorantly asked.
I bit the bottom of my lip to keep from lashing the fuck out. This bitch killed my seed and was laying up in my bed like everything was finna be good between us?
“Girl, fuck how he feel. He should have thought about that before he left me to go lay up with another bitch. If he wanted that baby so bad, his ass shoulda came home. The fuck. He better be mad at his damn self,” Maddie spoke proudly into the phone.
“Oh yeah, bitch?” I said, stepping forward, making my presence known. Maddie sat up so fast in the bed, she dropped her phone on the ground. Fear was all over Maddie’s face, then anger took over, but fuck how she was feeling. I wanted to hear her confirm what her cousin had said.
“I guess the mangy mutt found his way home finally.” Maddie snaked her neck from side to side as she talked.
“Fuck all that, bitch. You killed my seed.” I was blinded with rage as I walked over to the bed snatching her up. I didn’t give a fuck if she was in pain. She deserved the shit after taking the life of my seed.
“You fucking right I got that little bastard sucked outta me after I watched you tongue down another bitch. You got me fucked up if you think I’m finna let you baby mama me while you run around fucking everything moving.
Not only did you let my cousin suck yo’ dick, you been carrying on like you single! ” Maddie yelled, not backing down.
Her logic wasn’t making any sense to me; none of what she was saying justified her killing my seed. None of that shit mattered when it came down to the life of my seed. If she felt that strongly, she should have left my ass, but to kill my seed over bullshit was unforgivable in my eyes.
“Bitch, what the fuck that gotta do with my seed? Ion give a fuck how much pussy I got on the side, that don’t mean kill my fuckin’ seed. You stupid bitch,” I raged, throwing her on the bed. I had to get the fuck away from Maddie before I laid hands on her.
I walked into our walk-in closet grabbing my duffle bag. I just threw shit in there. I was so fucking mad, I didn’t give a fuck what went in there. All I knew was I was getting away from Maddie before I killed her stupid ass.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Maddie yelled, trying to tear my duffle bag from my hands.
“You not fucking leaving me. I dealt with too much shit for you to be able to walk out on me for nothing. If it’s that deep, we can have another fucking baby.
” Maddie continued to yell as she tore my clothes I packed out of the duffle bag.
I gave Maddie a death glare. “Bitch, you gotta be slow as fuck. I wish the fuck I would ever get you pregnant again. Fuck you. You low vibrational ass ho’.” I spat dropping the duffle bag and Maddie stumbled back.
Fuck these clothes a nigga could buy more. I walked past Maddie out of our room heading to the front door.
“If you walk out the fucking door, Niko, I swear you’ll regret it!” Maddie screamed standing at the top of the stairs looking like a fucking lunatic.
“Again, bitch, fuck you. Eat a dick and die slow,” I spat, slamming the door shut behind me.
I hopped in my truck, skirting outta the driveway.
I squeezed the steering wheel so tight, pretending it was Maddie's throat. My knuckles turned white. Everything in me was telling me to turn around and go kill that bitch. I couldn’t beleive she really killed my fucking seed outta spite.
I would never forgive Maddie for this shit ever in my life.
I would rather her fucked with another nigga than to kill my seed.
My head was so fucked up, I almost missed my phone ringing. Thinking it was Maddie calling me, I let it ring until I saw it was Yaro calling me. I picked up on the last ring.
“Aye, you need to come to fifty-fifth, Now.” Yaro spoke in code about one of our trap houses across town. I blew out a breath of annoyance. If it wasn’t one thing, it was a
fucking ‘nother.
“Everything good?”
“Nah, man, this shit on fire,” Yaro calmly said, which was code for somebody robbing us.
“Did all the water run out?” I was asking him how much they got us for.
“Basically. It’s bone dry.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hit my steering wheel. I didn’t have time for this shit.