Chapter 31
Marlo Wattson
Fallon had a nigga’s head fucked all up.
I never claimed to be the best nigga in the world, but I was a good nigga.
I took care of mine. Fallon didn’t want for shit her trifling ass didn’t have to lift a finger if she didn’t want to.
Just off the strengthen of her rockin’ with a nigga and I thinking she was loyal.
I swear I wanted to spit in that bitches face every time I thought about Fallon.
If nothing else in this world I prided myself on being the best fucking dad I knew how to be.
I loved my seeds more than anything else on this earth.
It fucked me up a little finding out about Braxton not being mine.
I had my suspicions but having them confirmed hurt me.
Not as much as it could have. I never felt that connection I had when I found out about Mason and Mallory.
That nagging feeling kept me from getting too attached to Braxton.
It was still fucked up But it was nothing compared to how I was feeling about Mallory possibly not being mine.
My baby girl is my fucking heart and if she turned out not to be mine, I don’t know what the fuck I was gonna do.
I did know Fallon wouldn’t be breathing anymore.
The girls had been staying with Solana and me.
I didn’t trust Fallon not to have them around any of the niggas she was fucking.
There wouldn’t be shit that would be able to keep me from killing Fallon if she brought some niggas around my daughters.
Fallon was either scared or she was content with not having the girls with her because she hadn’t reached out once to see them.
Mason and Mallory hadn’t asked too much about what was going on.
Mason seemed at peace being away from Fallon and that fucked with me too.
Knowing my daughter was being tortured because Fallon wanted to be a whore.
I felt like I failed to protect my daughter.
Rahmeek and Fallon had to see a nigga behind that shit.
It was fucked up because Rahmeek was supposed to be my nigga, he didn’t have to sneak and fuck Fallon.
Shit, he coulda kept it one hunnid with me when he first started fuckin’ Fallon, I woulda took Mason and fell the fuck back from the bitch.
It was never that deep with us for me to be beefing with my nigga behind her ancient decrepit pussy having ass.
The sneaking and lying was what I didn’t fuck with.
For Rahmeek to be my day one nigga, he had to answer for what he’d done.
I wanted to believe Fallon was lying about Rahmeek possibly being Mallory’s dad but the nigga being MIA.
He hadn’t answered any of my calls and every time I pulled up to his house he wasn’t there.
His mama’s house looked empty. As much as I hated to admit it Rahmeek looked guilty as fuck.
I can admit he was moving fishy; he had me side eyeing him, but I looked at him like a brother, so I didn’t pay the shit he was doing no mind.
I thought he was going through shit with his mom being sick.
I just put space between us, and I figured he’d come back around when he got his shit together.
This wouldn’t be the first time I’d had to fall back from Rahmeek; he’d get in his little moods.
I prayed Fallon was lying cause I hated to kill a nigga I looked at as a brother over a lie.
Depending on how this shit played out Rahmeek was living in his last days.
Mikael had a fucking field day with the shit.
He kept saying he told me so. But it wouldn’t be Mikael if he didn’t run his fucking mouth.
Even though he was talkin’ shit my brother was ready to ride for me.
He wanted to end Fallon and Rahmeek, no questions asked.
All he needed to hear was they crossed me.
When I first heard that shit I was on the same shit Mikael was on but as I calmed down I knew I couldn’t go out like a dummy.
My kids needed me and if I let this shit consume it would and my ass a be somewhere locked the fuck up.
Fallon and Rahmeek were gonna get theirs, but it was gonna be when they least expected it.
I wanted to let them bitches get comfortable and fully reveal all their shit they had going on.
I walked into the office and Solana was busy typing away on her computer.
Her pretty lips stuck out in a pout. Solana had been acting distant since we had our little argument the other day.
I knew I fucked up telling her I didn’t want to be with her or no other bitch.
I was in my feelings thinking and I took my feelings out on Solana.
I needed to apologize but at the same time I didn’t want to feel like I was leading her on.
Right now, a nigga was unstable as fuck.
One minute I was good and the next I was feeling like fuck the world.
When I made shit with Solana I wanted to be the nigga that made her smile every time she saw me.
I wanted to be able to speak life into her and give her all the love she needed.
I didn’t feel like I had that in me. This shit with Fallon, Mallory and Rahmeek was too new.
My trust was fucked up. Granted I didn’t believe Solana would pull the same shit Fallon did but at the same time I thought the same thing about Fallon until she showed her true colors.
Until I could let myself be vulnerable enough to be with Solana I felt like we needed to keep our distance.
That thinking lasted all of a day. My trust was still fucked up but I couldn’t see myself being away from Solana.
Which is why I settled for the silent treatment she’d been giving me.
I missed us laughing and joking at work but as long as we went home to the same house I was content.
For now, I was trying to figure out how to deal with this situation and still be the man Solana needed me to be.
“What you wanna eat tonight?” I asked and her head snapped in my direction; I scared her.
Since we were all staying in the same house I changed Mason and Mallory’s bus stop in the afternoon to the shop.
I still hadn’t talked to my mama since we had our blow up.
I didn’t care for the way she was moving.
But I did plan to go see her soon, she was still my mama regardless.
Once Solana got all three girls off their buses she’d head home for the day and get them situated for the night.
Solana had been a life saver because she didn’t bat an eye when it came to helping me take care of the girls.
Although she wasn’t fucking with a nigga it didn’t stop her from looking out for my girls.
Solana treated Mason and Mallory the same way she treated Sunshyne, and I loved seeing her interact with them.
“I don’t know,” She responded flatly. “I’m not really hungry. I was thinking of stopping to get the girls pizza before we went home tonight.”
“You gon’ get me my favorite pizza?” I asked more to see her mood towards me. Solana made a funny face like she was debating on telling me no.
“I guess,” She begrudgingly replied with a sour expression.
“You ain’t gotta say it like that.”
“I told you I wasn’t feeling good.” Solana snapped at me.
“My bad, I didn’t hear you say that” She had to be heated at a nigga. Solana hadn’t said anything about being sick, but I wasn’t finna argue with her.
“It’s fine, uh I was thinking of taking a few days off so I can rest. Maybe I can work from home. I can still come pick the girls up from here.”
“When?”
“Starting Thursday, I should be back together by Monday.” Solana was lying about something she couldn’t look a nigga in the eyes and she was hella fidgety. When Solana was nervous she played with her fingers.
“Oh yeah?” I asked her skeptically with my eyebrow raised in suspicion. “You sure you straight. We might be beefing or whatever right now, but you can still talk to a nigga about whatever.”
“We don’t have a reason to beef. You told me how you felt and I respect it. I’m good.” Solana said in a condensing tone, rolling her eyes at me.
“I ain’t me-”
Solana held her hand up signaling for me to stop talking. “Don’t waste your breath, I’m not mad. Also, we just got an alert, it's requesting roadside assistance. It’s a flat tire. Here,” Solana stood up handing me the paperwork that had printed out from her desk.
I snatched the paper from Solana grilling her ass.
“Alright, you got it. I ain’t finna kiss ya ass.
Take them days off. I’m out.” I shook my heading right back out the door.
I wasn’t in the mood to go back and forth with Solana over some petty shit.
She can keep her funky ass attitude. I'd deal with her later when she was ready to be grown and use her words.
Getting into my tow truck, I type in the location on the GPS for the requested tow.
Solana had a nigga heated. I wasn’t used to dealing with an attitude for this long.
Fallon would be mad for a few hours then she’d be back to normal.
When Fallon had an attitude that shit didn’t bother me the way Solana’s attitude did.
I couldn’t explain why Solana being mad at me pissed me off, but I didn’t like it.
I swear her ass was finna drive a nigga crazy.
Twenty minutes later I pulled up behind a Black BMW.
I got out of my truck seeing two female silhouettes sitting in the car.
I leaned down knocking on the driver side window and the female sitting in the driver seat turned towards me.
It was Brittnay, Fallon’s younger sister.
Happily, she rolled her window down with a big smile as she spoke.
“Heyyy, brother in law.” Brittany snag.
“Sup,” I nonchalantly replied. I was sure Brittany didn’t know about all the shit Fallon had been up to.