9. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett #3
“I love all four of my sons the same. Wolf, you different though. Looking at you, I see so much of myself in you. You hustle from sunup to sundown. Even as a little boy, you were always much different from your brothers. I used to bring the four of ya’ll down here as kids, and the three of them just wanted to play and run around, but not you.
You were eager to learn everything about these planes.
Thirsty for this information. I always knew that I would step down, and you would be the one running this shit.
All this is supposed to belong to you, with just your brother’s assistance.
You walked away from it, and that’s the one thing that you’ve done that’s hurt me,” he finished.
“You know why I did what I did. I don’t condone the way you move when it comes to Emaye.
I’m not like my brothers. I can’t just turn the other cheek when it comes to the way that you disrespect her.
Any time I would come to you about it, you would be so quick to get defensive and tell me to stay out of your marriage.
That just wasn’t a good feeling, man. I can’t be beefing with a nigga, and work for them.
I had to separate myself. Shit, I had dreams too.
I thought it was dope that my brothers and I could run the company that our pops built on his back.
Shit didn’t work out that way though. Had I stuck around, I would have grown to hate your ass, and I just don’t want it to get that far,” I voiced.
You could tell it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but he listened, and he respected it.
He switched gears, wanting to know how things were going within my business.
I told him, and after we wrapped that up, we eventually left the aircraft.
We made it back outside, where my dad called all my brothers over. He wanted to take pictures.
There were photographers here that snapped multiple pictures of us together. He had my mom come over as well, so that she could be in some of the photos. Once that was over with, I tried to walk away, but Kendrix tapped me on my chest, getting my attention.
“Ay nigga, I got a bone to pick with you. You went to Playground last night?” Kendrix asked me, getting straight to the point.
“Somebody told you that they saw me in Playground last night?” I asked him.
“Yeah. They did,” there was aggression all in his voice. I guess the nigga was telling the truth when he told me that he had a bone to pick with me.
“So that answers your question then,” I let him know.
“They also told me that they saw you walking through the parking lot with Poison. What’s that about? Explain that to me,” he went on to say.
“Nigga, explain what to you? I went to the club because I needed to talk to her about something. I saw her at Range Rover a few days ago. She was having issues with her car while I was there to pick mine up. She was getting ready to get in an Uber with this weird looking ass nigga, but I stopped it. I ended up taking her home. It ain’t like I had her phone number or anything, so I pulled up on her at the club, just to ask her how everything was going with her car,” I finished, and once I was done, he had a look on his face as if I was full of shit.
“Man, Wolf get the fuck out of here with that shit. You drove to the club at two in the morning to ask a bitch how everything was going with her car? I don’t believe that shit for a second.
Admit that you’re standing in line like the rest of us, wanting a chance to fuck.
Didn’t I tell you back at the club that I was crushing on her, and how I would feel some kind of way if you tried to get at her?
Nigga, I was serious when I said that!” he spat.
Seeing the way his chest poked out, the veins protruded in his neck, and the fact that there wasn’t a hint of a smile on his face, proved to me that he was dead ass serious.
“Man, chill the fuck out. You doing way too fuckin much. I told you exactly why I went out to the club. I gave her a ride home that night, and I pulled up on her, just to make sure everything was straight with her car. You said that you been crushing on her for a lil minute, right? If she wanted to fuck with you on that level, she would have done so already. You, Kingston, and Demarco run around fuckin all these hoes. You’ll be aight if you can’t get this one.
Watch out, man,” I pushed his ass, so that I could walk away from him.
I didn’t like the way he just came at me.
Nigga pulled me to the side and tried to check me.
Last night was cool getting to know Deja in the car, but truthfully, I wasn’t expecting for it to go any further than that.
She was stuck on that nigga, and I wasn’t about to be the man to come around, keep trying to remind her of her worth, so that she could leave him.
I genuinely did come to the club last night to check on her and see how things worked out with her car.
At the same time, I couldn’t get that goofy ass nigga Hitta out of my mind, and the way he sat there at my shop, and casually showed his homeboy intimate shit between the two of them. Maybe I was tripping, but I felt like I was sent to be the nigga to come into her life and look out for her.
The way she hated men, and the way she carried on, thinking that all men weren’t shit, and how we were all going to dog her ass out, I don’t think that I was going to be able to get through to her anyways.
Kendrix could pipe the fuck down because the way it was looking, there might not even be a thing to come out of me, and Deja,