Chapter 23
“Damn.” My nigga TP beat this chest. “The fuck you get this weed from?”
“Hell, yeah.” He coughed, while smoke escaped his mouth.
“You can buy it by the gram.”
He cut his eyes at me. “So, that means that you aint gon tell me where you got it from?”
“Hell, nawl. Loose lips sink ships, nigga.”
He shook his head. “That’s cold, lil’ nigga…but I taught you well.”
I nodded, appreciating the compliment.
TP was my nigga. He’d taken my older brother, Jaylen, under his wing, years back, and had always looked out for me. And now, he was fresh out of prison, trying to get back on his feet. Wanting to get him out of the house to unwind, I’d scooped him up, and we’d been riding through the city.
“Say, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that you got a son, man.”
“Yeah?”
“Hell, yeah. I always thought that your pretty ass was gonna go off to college, fuck all the hoes, then get with some bad bitch, after you’re in the NBA or some shit. Not have a lil’ one while you still in high school.”
I scratched my head. “Yeah, if you would’ve asked me if I was having kids about two years back, then I would’ve laughed. Cause I really thought that there was no way. I had too much living to do.”
“Exactly. So, how you slipped up? A condom broke, what?”
I sighed. “Nah, man.”
“Nah?” He frowned. “So, it was intentional?”
I shrugged. “I wouldn’t necessarily say that. It was more like…I loved how it felt not to wear a rubber. It was reckless, but when I was in the pussy…I kept telling myself that I’d just face the consequences.”
TP chuckled. “Damn. So, who’s ya baby mama? Is it that Melissa broad? I know that she was ya lil’ mama when I got locked up.”
“Nah.” I sucked my teeth. “I can’t believe they didn’t tell you.”
“Tell me what?” He furrowed a brow.
“That it was…Red’s boyfriend’s daughter.”
“Red? Your mama?”
“Yeah.”
“What nigga is this? Cause I know that she likes to switch ‘em out.”
I lightly chuckled. “She’d cuss your ass out, if she heard that. But nah, she aint been switching niggas no more. She been with the same nigga for about two years now.”
“Yeah? Who is that?”
“Ray-Ray. He’s from 5th Ward.”
TP nodded. “I know who you talking about. That nigga knows how to stick and move to push dope anywhere his feet land.”
“Right.” I nodded in agreement, knowing that Ray-Ray had definitely taught me a few tricks of the trade.
“But I thought that he was a young nigga. He got a daughter old enough for you to be fucking her?”
“Yeah. She younger than me, though.”
“Okay. How you ended up fucking with her? She be coming over on the weekends?”
“Nah. One day, he just moved her in. Said that he didn’t want her around the old pervert her mama was living with.”
“And you just slipped and fell in that lil’ pussy, huh?”
“I mean…” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I kept telling myself not to go there. I held back for a lil’ minute, cause I knew that she was young.
She had a nigga jacking off every night, I aint lying.
I was calling all the hoes her name. I kept dreaming about it.
Then one night…I got full of some good dope, and slid between her legs. ”
“And she just gave it up?”
“Yes, and no. I talked her into it, honestly. She was a virgin. I broke her in.”
“Man, say, that virgin pussy do hit different,” TP offered.
“Ya feel me. Come to think about it, Ion really think that I’ve fucked with a virgin before her. These hoes on our end be freaked out. Already fucking and sucking.”
“True.”
“Right.” I licked my lips. “So, I got carried away. And sometimes I’d think about what I was doing. I was conscious of it. But I couldn’t stop.”
“Damn, that’s crazy. So, where lil’ mama at now?”
“What chu mean? As in where she’s at physically today, or where she lives at?”
“Where she lives at.”
“Oh. She stay at the house.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Red’s house?”
“Yeah.”
“So, let me get this straight. You fucked the nigga Ray-Ray’s daughter. Got her pregnant. She had the baby, and they live with you at Red’s house?”
“Basically.”
“And where Ray-Ray live at?”
“At the house with Red.”
“And he let’s you lay up with his daughter under that roof?”
“I mean…it definitely wasn’t a simple transition. He was pissed off about the situation.”
“Fuck, I know he was.”
“Right. But we eventually had a talk. Man to man. He told me to never slip as a father, and he’d stay out of our business.”
“Okay. So, he be staying out y’all business?” TP probed.
“Yeah, most of the time. Sometimes she’ll get petty and try to tell that nigga to check me. But he just always sits me down to talk.”
“Damn, that gotta be weird. You’on be feeling pressured with her daddy always being around?”
“Nah.”
“Nah? I’m saying. You a young nigga. Captain of the basketball team.
You that nigga, on the cool. So, hoes be choosing.
And you done always had a way with the broads.
Being you would probably cause issues in any relationship, so I can’t imagine it where you got in-house pussy, a baby, her daddy living with you, and there not be major issues, constantly. ”
I leaned my head sideways. “I see what you saying, but you just gotta know Ray-Ray. He’s the biggest hoe I know.
Fucking everything moving. So, me being faithful to his daughter aint never even been a real discussion.
He just stresses the need for me to show up for her. Do my part for my son. That’s it.”
“He fucking everything moving? And you cool with him being with your T-Lady?”
“Shit, that’s their business. You and me both know that Red is far from green. I aint forgot about the times you used to slip back to her room, nigga.”
TP chuckled. “Yeah, ya mama is…nah, that aint a conversation for me and you.”
“Right. And as far as me watching a nigga cheat on her…that shit aint none of my business. Her words. Not mine. Cause the first time I witnessed some shit, I brought it directly to her. Then she pointed out how our lights aint been cut off since Ray-Ray moved in. The water, neither. The fridge be full. The rent-man haven’t been coming around, harassing us.
She started going to the beauty shop more often.
Getting new gold in her mouth. Shit that she aint never been able to do with none of them other niggas.
So, she said that she don’t give a fuck about what Ray-Ray do out in them streets.
As long as he pays her bills, then she’s good.
But I know my mama. She gon creep off, and fuck around too.
So, whatever she got with Ray-Ray works for her. ”
“Shit, I guess. These young hoes aint going for that. Red is old school with it. Let her nigga cheat in peace. Meanwhile, I always end up with broads that be ready to buss out the widows in my car.”
I shook my head with a smile. “Sucks for you, my boy.”
I pulled onto a block in the heart of South Park, and peeped the cars lining the street.
“Damn, Big Mike ‘nem brought the whole hood out.” TP mumbled.
“Hell, yeah. Amir was telling me that he was about to do it big, but damn.” I glanced around, noticing all the niggas hanging out, while the boppers were trying their best to be seen.
Big Mike was a big homie and it was his lil’ cousin Tutu’s birthday.
Tutu was just a couple of years older than me, so everybody that I knew on the south was probably at his party.
So, naturally, I had to pull up and had just lucked up on a spot along the curb, just a few houses down from Big Mike’s mama’s house.
“Got damn.” TP gripped his crotch. “Look at the ass on that bitch.” He pointed.
I looked up and spotted the broad switching past my car. “Oh, that’s Erica.”
Erica must’ve heard me, because she stopped in her tracks and backed up, until she was standing outside of my window. “Jah, I thought that was you.”
I cracked my window. “Yeah, what’s up, lil’ mama?”
“Shit, you tell me,” she grinned. “I’m still waiting on you to call me.”
I looked her sexy body up and down. She was a chocolate stallion, equipped with a tiny waist, humongous ass, and thick legs. She was cute too with her long braids, wanting to be down like Brandy.
“I’m saying. My boy trying to holler at you.”
She bent lower to peer into the car. “Who is that?”
“My nigga TP.”
Smiling, TP leaned over to get a better look at her. “What’s up, baby? That nigga Jah don’t know what to do with your lil’ fine ass. Let me call you.”
She sighed, before smiling. “Okay. Write my number down.”
“Bet.” TP eagerly hopped out of the car.
I watched him step around my car, and approach Erica. While they were chopping it up, I sprung out of the car.
“Damn, Jahrein. I damn near forgot how tall your ass is,” Erica tittered, while studying me.
TP stood back, gazing at her lustfully. He was tall too, just not as tall as me. But he was a light skinned nigga and had some size on him from working out religiously, when he was locked down in the pen.
“Oh, yeah?” I smirked, before strolling past them, trying to give my boy the space to spit his game.
Knowing that I was Erica’s first choice, I wanted to move around so that I didn’t steal the attention off TP.
Adjusting my shorts, I glanced down at my crisp Jordans, making sure that I was straight.
I was rocking a black and red Fubu jersey, and black shorts that all matched my Jays.
Taking a moment, I paused and brushed my waves with a brush I’d gotten out of my back pocket.
“Jahrein!” Denise shouted, as she approached me, with her friends not too far behind. “What’s up, boy?” She wrapped her arms around me.
“Hey, Jahrein.”
“What’s up, Jah?”
“Jah, you can’t speak?”
All her friends started blabbing at once.
“What’s up?” I patted her back, before pulling back.
“Nothing. We just up here, chilling. You know.”
“I hear you.” I nodded. “’Sup y’all?” I finally acknowledged her girls. I’d fucked three out of four of them, including Denise.
“Yeah, well, we ‘bout to fire up this blunt. You smoking?” Denise questioned.
“Nah, I’m good.” I shook my head.