Chapter 28 #2
“I been good. You know I made honor roll again,” Hakeem proudly stated.
“That’s what’s up. I’m proud of you,” I said dapping Hakeem up.
Hakeem had a good head on his shoulders for the most part.
He had his moments like all young niggas his age, but when it came to the important shit like his schools and grades he stayed on top of shit.
Compared to Lo and me Hakeem was a saint and that’s how we wanted it to be.
The streets were something we never wanted Hakeem or Hiro to have to experience.
Hakeem knew if he did what he was supposed to do to me and Lo were going to make sure he had everything he needed.
“And I’m finna be sixteen soon,” Hakeem eagerly said, rubbing his hands together.
I threw my head back laughing because I knew he was finna ask for something big. “Man, you finna be fifteen, you gotta have an entire year befo’ you turn sixteen.”
“But this year gone fly bye and then Imma be sixteen and I’m tryna get a car for my birthday then,” Hakeem tried to reason.
“We gonna put you in driving school first and once you get ya licenses we ah talk about a car after,”
“What y’all talkin’ bout?” Lo came back outside with Braxton in his arms.
“A car,” Hakeem hurried up and answered.
“Get ya L’s first then we can talk.”
“Where Fallon?” I question him looking at Braxton. My upper lip curled the more I looked at that little nigga.
Call me what you what, but a nigga like me kept it ten thousand.
If some shit was off with me I was finna speak on it.
Braxton was still a baby, and I was aware babies’ looks could change as they got older.
That was all good, my thing was Braxton didn’t look like anybody I knew.
He didn’t take after Fallon; the little nigga was a darker brown complexion and that didn’t mean shit cause our daddy was dark as fuck.
But Braxton still had no traits of anybody in our family and none of Fallon’s family.
The math wasn’t mathing for me. I wouldn’t be my brother’s keeper if I didn’t speak on the shit.
But I was trying to figure out the best way to bring this to Lo’s attention.
I knew how he was behind his kids and I didn’t want the nigga spazzing out.
I wore my temper on my sleeve; Lo was the quiet nigga that caught you off guard when he got mad.
I wasn’t tryna visit my brother behind bars cause he killed Fallon’s ho ass.
We already knew her ass was up to no good after our run in with her brother.
It wasn’t far-fetched for her to lie about the little nigga being Lo’s seed.
“Fuck if I know. I told her she wasn’t invited.” Lo shrugged uncaringly.
“Don’t she live here?”
“I don’t give a fuck where she live. This is a party for my family. That ho ain’t shit to me.”
I was surprised how calm this nigga had been since catching Fallon with that nigga from her job. Even when he told me about it he was real casual about the shit. I thought he’d lost his fucking mind forreal.
“So, I’m saying Lo,” Hakeem spoke with a mug on his face. “Who baby is that forreal? He don’t look like nobody I know and he kind of cock eyed and ain’t nobody come from my bloodline gone have wandering eyes.”
Hakeem had me fucking speechless as he said everything that a nigga had been thinking. He went straight for the jugular ripping the fucking band aid off. I was gone have a talk with this nigga about holding his tongue cause damn.
I watched Lo, and the crazy nigga had a fucking smirk on his face. He looked down at Braxton and then back at us. “Ya guess as good as mine.” Lo answered throwing me all the way off.
“Nigga what? You know that little nigga ain’t yours and you taking care of him?” I spat angrily looking at Lo like he was slow as fuck.
“I mean he a baby, he can’t help he came out a ho,” Lo explained, laughing at my anger.
“Fuck that! Sit his ass down. He better learn how to take care of himself until his mammy come get his ass.” I exclaimed, ready to throw Fallon and her baby outta Lo’s house. He’d been letting that bitch get away with too much shit for my liking.
“I agree with big bro,” Hakeem gritted out with a matching mug.
“And that’s why I’m the real big brother. I play chess while muthafuckas stuck playin’ chess. I’m tryna see what Fallon got going on and how she connected to that wack ass tow company. Can’t do that if she knows I’m onto her. So, if I gotta baby sit Braxton it is what it is.”
“You a hunnid percent sure?” I asked to be sure. I believed Lo if he said he wasn’t Braxton daddy then he wasn’t, but I was curious how sure he was.
“I been feelin’ off since Fallon told me she was pregnant. I didn’t trust the shit even more when Braxton was born. If y’all see he don’t look like me don’t y’all think I was the first to notice? I had him tested a few weeks after he was born and I been sitting on the results.”
“Nigga what?” I said with my eyes squinted because I couldn’t believe what the nigga had just said to me. “Is you cool? Fuck this we finna put that bitch and her baby out, Tuh-fuckin’-Day. I gotta be talking to Marlo cause Lo would never let a bitch play in his face,”
“Calm ya angry ass down. I got this. Trust me,” Lo said giving me hard eyes letting me know he knew what he was doing.
After a long stare down, I relented because Lo had to be plotting. As bad as I wanted to handle Fallon I’d sit back and let handle shit how he saw fit and be there when he needed me to be.
“Alright you got it. But I ain’t you and if I catch Fallon in some bullshit my trigger finger might slip. You be forgetting you gotta cut the snake's head off. So, them muthafuckas can’t come back to bite you.”
“I ain’t forgot shit, you better school Hakeem and not me.” Lo said shooting me a dirty look.
“Where that bitch ass nigga Rahmeek at?”
“The fuck he gotta do with anything?” Lo questioned me with a deep scowl.
“He a fuckin’ snake. The nigga just up and quit outta nowhere and you don’t see the problem with that?”
“His mama sick you know that shit.”
“What the fuck that mean? His bills sick too? A broke nigga can’t just afford to quit his job.” I couldn’t prove it, but I would bet my last dollar that nigga was up to something.
“Here ya paranoid ass go,” Lo groaned rolling his eyes at me.
“Alright, nigga watch you gon’ thank me when I save ya ass.”
“You two niggas argue like a married couple,” Hakeem chimed in shaking his big ass head at us like a disapproving parent yelling at their kids.
“Brother or not, I’ll fuck ya young ass up,” I playfully joked pointing my finger at Hakeem.
He scoffed at me then turned around bending over picking something out of a large bucket. “Awh, shit.” I heard Lo say then and I turned my head to see him carefully but quickly moving away from me.
“What the…” I started to say when I felt a blast of icy water hitting my body.
I turned back towards Hakeem to find him smirking at me with two water balloons in his hands.
“You little bastard,” I growled through clenched teeth.
“You better fuckin’ not!” I yelled at him but that only fueled his fire, and he rapidly tossed the balloons at me before darting across the yard.
I didn’t have enough time to dodge the balloons and they both hit me.
I was finna fuck Hakeem’s ass up. Fuck a water balloon I was finna shot the little nigga in his pinky toe.