Chapter 33 #2
“That ain’t the only thing that matters to me goofy ass girl.” I said, squinting my eyes at her. Solana was on some straight bullshit. I always made sure she was straight.
“Right, whatever you say. Can I go now?” She huffed out blowing a breath of hot ass air.
“Nah. You straight. You saying a nigga don’t give a fuck about you?”
“I’m not saying nothing, but your actions say everything.”
“I’m going through a lot right now and you did get caught doing some bullshit too.”
Solana smacked her lips at me. “Oookay, so am I but I’m not giving you my ass to kiss.”
“Ain’t neva gave you my ass to kiss. I might not be acting how you used to, that don’t mean I’m not fucking with you or don’t. A nigga just tryna process some shit. Like said YOU tried to sneak and get my seed sucked outta you so you can’t expect a nigga to be all over you and shit.”
“You definitely have,” Solana mumbled under her breath. Her stubborn ass didn’t want to own up to the shit she did.
“So, you gone skip over ya abortion attempt?”
“I don’t know what you talking about.” Solana said with a straight face. I had to laugh at her audacity. She wasn’t finna own up to shit.
“So, you ain’t try to go get an abortion without telling a nigga. The same nigga you not only tell everything, but also the same nigga who nutted inside you and put that baby in you?”
“Don’t say it like that. I was doing what I felt was best for me.”
“How is it only what’s best for you when we both contributed to making that baby?”
“Cause my life is the only one that’s going to be affected when I have this baby.”
“Maaannn? What?” I asked with squinted eyes. “You sound crazy as fuck. The nigga you call ya self being married might have not been shit. Me, though, I do this daddy shit forreal. A nigga ain’t never slacked when it came to my kids.”
“Whoopty doo, daddy of the fucking year award goes to Marlo.” Solana sarcastically replied as she fake clapped. “Keep being a great dad and making broken homes dummy.”
My brows furrowed together because I truly didn’t know what the fuck, I was saying wrong.
“What you want from me Solana?”
“Not a fucking thing baby daddy. Just remember that’s all you are when I find me a new nigga.”
I couldn’t stop the hysterical laughter that fell from my mouth.
Solana real life had lost her fucking mind if she thought a new nigga was anywhere in her future.
She might as well get used to my dick because it was the last one she’d ever see.
A baby sealed her fate with me. I loved her difficult ass before she was carrying my seed, I knew the love I felt for her would only get deeper once our baby was born.
I might have not been the most vocal about how I felt but Solana should know my feelings ran deep for her.
Since she started working for me, we’d been attached at the hip.
I was Ying and I was fucking Yang. She became my peace and I was her protector.
How she thought a nigga didn’t give a fuck about her was insane.
Just cause I wasn’t speaking to her like that I still made sure she was taken care of physically.
I held her every night because I knew that’s when she felt the safest. I rubbed her stankin ass feet although she didn’t ask me to.
I made sure she ate three times a day, without being told to.
Solana just wanted to make shit complicated when all she had to do was relax.
“Aye, which was cute but in all seriousness get fucked up if you want to. I’m the only nigga you finna be with. The fuck you thought. I might not have been ya first baby daddy but I’m damn sure gone be ya last. We locked in baby mama,” I winked at her mischievously.
“I’m not finna be a baby mama for the rest of my life. Nigga I’m worthy of being somebody’s wife.”
“Lose ya funky ass attitude and it might happen sooner than you think.” That made Solana blush and her eyes grow wide in shock.
I wasn’t cappin’ either, I could see myself benign with Solana for the long hall.
I wasn’t against being married to Solana.
The thought of her carrying my last name low key made me excited.
Solana Wattson sounded a hell of a lot better than Solana Thomas.
I could see her pretty ass walking down the aisle to me in her white dress now.
I could see our future together and it was coming.
I just had to sort out this shit with Fallon and Meek before I could focus on our future.
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The Next Day
I hadn’t stepped foot inside the crib I used to share with Fallon since Shakarri’s birthday party.
I was so done with Fallon after she brought her stupid ass over to Solana’s I didn’t want shit from this house.
I was honestly scared of what I might do to her if I was left alone with her after what she admitted to me.
I had the money to get me clothes as I needed them and that’s what I’d been doing for me and my girls since we’ve been staying with Solana.
It was insane how well Mason and Mallory adjusted to Fallon not being around.
Of course, Mason didn’t care she was happy to be with Solana, she barely mentioned Fallon.
Every time I thought about what Fallon put Mason through, I wanted to slap the fuck out of her.
That bitch would never be around my daughter again.
Mason asked about her the most but not so much lately.
I loved my daughter, but I regretted meeting Fallon’s disgusting ass.
She belonged in the gutter with the rest of the rat bitches in the world.
The only reason I was back at this crib was to get the girls birth certificates and social security cards.
I was over this shit with Fallon. The bitch wanted to leave our daughters and not check on them.
Wasn’t shit on this green earth going to keep me from my seeds.
Seeing how easy Fallon gave up on our kids meant one thing; It was time I got full custody.
Fallon had the right nigga if she thought she was going to be able to pop in and out of our kids life.
After I got these papers, I was heading to the courthouse to start the custody process.
When I walked into the house, I expected it to be a hot ass mess, but it was clean and everything was untouched.
The smell of bleached and Pine Sol hung heavily in the air.
Like someone had just cleaned the place.
There were no dishes in the sink, no dust or nothing.
It was too fucking clean in here. I knew Fallon hadn’t been staying here so it smelling like cleaner and being so clean didn’t make sense.
My antennas went up as I cautiously walked through the house.
If Fallon had brought her ass back here, I wanted to catch her off guard.
I went up the stairs, and I started to think I was being paranoid, but when I got to the top of the staircase, I heard a squeaking bed.
I know this bitch ain’t this fucking bold.
I swear if Fallon was fucking Meek in the house I paid for, I was killing both their ass.
I debated about going back to my car to get my Glock, but I didn’t want to give them a chance to get away.
Following the noise coming from the guest room, I listened as the headboard began to knock against the wall along with the squeaking bed.
Fuck being quiet I kicked the door open it slammed against the wall, and I prepared myself to beat the fuck outta Meek, but a nigga was stunned.
A naked Fallon hopped off the dick she was riding, letting out a loud yell with fear in her eyes as she tried to cover herself with the sheet on the bed.
Fuck that bitch, it wasn’t her who had me stunned.
It was the nigga sitting leaned against the headboard smirking at me like shit was sweet.
“Marlo, please let me explain,” Fallon pleaded, desperately gripping the sheet tightly in her hands.
“Shit, son, you couldn’t have come a few minutes later I was just up to nut in that bitch.” My dad chuckled, “Might give you another sibling to play with,” He taunted me with a fake smile.
“You fucking this nigga to?” I asked looking at Fallon with hate in my eyes. I really thought that bitch couldn’t get any lower. To be fucking Meek and my dad was some sick ass shit.
“Iii- like nnnooo. I don’t know what you want me to say,” Fallon stuttered over her words sounding crazy as she looked.
“Tell the little nigga like it is. You been riding this dick for years. See son, you should have asked ya pops how to keep a bitch, and I might have taught you a thing or two.”
“Fuck you. You ain’t shit to me ain’t never been.
You fuckin’ ya granddaughters mama. Bitch you ain’t shit.
I hope ya old miserable ass choke on that bitches hairy ass coochie hair and die.
” I couldn’t hold my tongue as I cussed my daddy the fuck out.
I didn’t fuck with the nigga before but now he was dead to me.
“Gah damn. You going out bad over some pussy. I don’t want her ass son. Chill you can have her back once I’m done.” He chuckled.
“Man, fuck you and that bitch. Fallon Imma let you know right now, it’s a wrap for you being in my daughter’s life. Once I get full custody, on my mama you ain’t ever gone see them again. You left our daughters so you can be slutted out? I swear you a dirty bitch and I hate you.”
A nigga was so fucking mad right now it was taking everything in me not to beat my dad’s face in right now.
Of all the niggas she could have fucked she choose one of the niggas I was closet with and my damn dad.
Then both them weak ass niggas went out bad behind mediocre pussy.
I had to get the fuck out of here I was starting to lose the little control I had left.
“Mason might be your daughter but Mallory that’s all me little nigga. Thank you for taking care of your little sister,” My dad taunted me.
“What the fuck you just say to me?” I asked, taking a step in his direction.
“You heard me boy, that’s my seed. You thought you were hot shit but I’m the mutha fuckin’ blueprint bitch.”
At that point it was like my soul left my body and I Blacked out.