Chapter One #3
“Listen, y’all need to leave that shit here. I bet not see the shit on the field,” Steele warned.
“Yep,” was all I said before I walked out the door, leaving him and that crying ass bitch in there with his feelings.
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sometime later...
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen my mama, so I was going to lay my eyes on my ol’ girl today. I had her in a nice ass house on the outskirts of the city since she enjoyed gardening. Whole backyard looked like Jody’s mama’s.
When I pulled up, I saw my pop’s truck and wanted to turn around. I didn’t necessarily hate the nigga, but I’ain like that he thought he could come and go as he pleased... stringing my fucking mama along. She told me she was fine with their situation, so I stayed in a child’s place.
I pulled into the gate and parked beside my pop’s Denali pickup I got him for Father’s Day two years ago. I keyed in the code and called out to my parents.
“Ma! Pops!” I yelled. “Where y’all at?”
I walked further inside and didn’t see anybody, so I went to the back, and that’s where I found them all hugged up on the lounge chair sipping wine.
“Y’all need to cut that shit out.” I frowned.
“Boy, hush,” my mama fussed as she sat her glass down and made her way to me. I opened my arms wide to embrace her, but instead, I was met with her little ass hand going upside my head.
“Damn, Ma. What you hitting on me for?” I frowned.
“Why in the hell I see you on social media with yet another random ass hoe, Titan?” she interrogated. “You would think you didn’t have any home training the way you run around here acting,” she continued to fuss.
I took a seat opposite of them and listened to my mama fuss at me like I was eight instead of twenty-eight.
“You need to slow down, son,” she started, this time much calmer. “We don’t want to be back in court for some bullshit.”
She was right. I’ve been in court for everything between assault...
rape and paternity. These hoes thought I would just pay them money to be quiet, but I took that shit to trial every single time and won.
Every not guilty verdict I got, I countered with defamation lawsuits because I was going to teach these hoes to play with their pussies and not me.
“Man, Ma. I’ain worried about that shit and you shouldn’t either.”
“You need to, though, son. This is your career that these women are playing with, and you don’t want to create that image, whether you’re innocent or not. You can’t give them anything to work with,” my pops input.
“I hear y’all, but that’s not why I’m here. I came to kick it with my mama, and you just so happened to be here, so I guess I get you by default.” I smirked.
“Good, because now y’all can finish making that flowerbed while I go cook.” My mama got up and walked into the house like what she said was law.
“I’ain come here for all that. I got a game next week and can’t be doing manual labor,” I lied.
“You’ll be alright. I’on need your legs... just your hands,” she yelled back.
I looked at my pops, and he was already shaking his head and laughing.
“I’on know why you laughing because I’m not doing no heavy shit. I’m not about to fuck my back up messing with you or your baby mama today,” I fussed.
“You got a lot to say now, but if I call her little ass back out here, you won’t be able to hear you breathe, lil’ nigga. Stop whining and bring your ass.”
I cut my eyes at my ol’ man, but I got up and followed him to where my mama wanted this shit done. I went ahead and took my shirt off while he went inside of the shed to get the materials. When he came back, we got straight to work.
“I saw your interview the other day. I’on like how they’re making you look, son,” my pops expressed.
During my live interview the other day, the bitch interviewing me was calling me everything but what my mama named me.
She was trying to say that’s what the blogs were saying, but I knew this hoe was mad because she wanted the dick and I wouldn’t give it to her.
I may have been generous with my dick, but I was selective.
“That bitch can suck my dick, and that’s the problem... I won’t let her,” I countered.
“I hear you, but you don’t need to be out here running around and through all these different women. It’s getting time to settle down,” he offered his unsolicited advice.
I stopped what I was doing and just stared at this nigga.
“And this is advice coming from a nigga who’s married but can’t stay out his baby mama’s bed,” I snapped.
I didn’t even give him a chance to say shit because if he had... I would’ve knocked his old ass out.
My mama sensed the tension as soon as I walked inside of the house.
“Titan, where are you going?” she asked.
“I’m going home. Your biased ass baby daddy done pissed me off, so I’m going home before I forget that nigga shares DNA with me.” I kissed my mama and left just as quickly as I came.
The entire ride home I was thinking how can this nigga tell me some shit his big fifty-year-old ass couldn’t do. I guess it’s true when they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.