Chapter 36
Mikael Wattson
Next Week
“You really think mama got something to do with this shit?” Lo asked me as we sat in the car in front of our mama’s house.
I loved my mama, but facts were facts. My nigga Gee knew a nigga what was into hacking.
There was too much shit that wasn’t adding up.
Fallon fucking our daddy, Maverick working at that Brothers Towing, Rahmeek disappearing.
Nothing was connecting the way it should have been.
So, I had them look into everybody's phone records and oddly enough our mama had been in contact with our bitch ass dad more than normal in the last few months. Then she had some calls coming in from Rahmeek which didn’t make no sense.
So, I had him digging in deeper in our mama’s records and it came back that she had filed for an LLC for the name Brother’s towing and rented a business property a few miles away from where our main shop was located.
I wanted to give our mama the benefit of the doubt but aye if it smelt like shit it had to be shit.
I was the type of nigga that liked to go straight to the source. Our first stop was at our mama’s house.
“Ion know but you saw the same shit I did. Ain’t no explaining that shit away. Only thing she could say was our daddy held her at gunpoint and forced her to help him. Other than that, I’m cool on any sob story.”
“Man, this shit Bruh. I expected this shit from Maurice but our mama. Fuck nah.” Lo shook his head in disbelief. This shit was taking the biggest toll on him.
Our dad had stooped to another level of being low.
Him fucking Fallon was enough to kill him in my eyes.
Not because of Fallon but there was certain lines you didn’t cross when it came to family.
Our dad had crossed all those boundaries, and he was lucky all Lo did was beat his ass.
I would have killed the nigga and to think he was trying to play with Lo about his seeds yeah that nigga should have been dead.
“Let’s go,” I said, opening my car door and Lo followed suit.
We made our way up the stairs to our mama’s door; I knocked then walked in like I always did.
What I wasn’t expecting to see when we walked into the living room was Rahmeek sitting on the couch eating a plate of food like shit was good.
In flash Lo was around me pummeling Rahmeek.
I watched proudly as Lo beat the breaks off that nigga.
I wanted to be the one to fuck him up, but I think it would be better served if Lo was the one to do it.
It would be other days for me to catch that nigga slipping.
I cringed when Lo punched Rahmeek in the mouth and blood flew everywhere.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN ON!” Our mama screamed while running into the living room from the kitchen. “No, Marlo let him go!” She yelled trying to grab Marlo’s arm, almost getting hit in the process.
“Ma get off him,” I yelled and in the process Lo got distracted and Rahmeek was able to get one off on him and that was my cue to take over.
I upper cut his ass without missing a beat sending him flying back into the tv. Before I went over and started stomping his ass out.
“Stop, Mikael, he’s your brother please!”
“Bi-” I had to catch myself from calling my mama a bitch. “I mean mama, this ho ass nigga ain’t no fucking kin to me.” I barked grilling my mama as she cautiously walked over to Rahmeek bending over to check him.
“He is! Y’all have the same dad.” Our mama said with her shoulders dropping in defeat.
“And sayin’ that shit like we supposed to give a fuck.” Lo angrily said with his chest huffing and puffing.
“You should care he’s family.” Our mama scolded Lo sounding slow as fuck. “Despite how he got here.”
“Family? Daddy must have done voodoo on you cause ain’t no way you sayin’ this shit.
That nigga cheating on you for sport and making kids and you claiming them?
” I asked looking at her in disgust. I never thought I would look at our mama as weak, but I was slowly starting to see how broken she was when it involved our dad.
“No, I’m not saying him cheating on me was right but if I accept his other kids I have to accept Rahmeek as well. I know you two might not want to hear this, but Maurice and I have decided to work things out.”
“Lady, are you cool?” I asked, rearing my head back bawling my face up.
“Don’t disrespect me Mikael. I’m still your mother who raised you.”
“Are you?” Lo looking repulsed by our mama. “You love that nigga so much you willing to help him try to tear down everything we built?”
“He isn’t trying to tear down anything. He is trying to help build a family legacy.” She said defensively standing to her feet.
“Them niggas don’t understand that. They too busy chasing pussy and making sure they the only niggas that see any real money.” Rahmeek groaned out through a bloody mouth.
“Bitch, fuck you! Lo paid you way more than ya ass was worth.” I spat ready to resume beating his ass. “Nigga you ain’t shit but a snake ass jealous fuck nigga.”
“I’m jealous but I was fuckin’ his bitch every chance I got,” Rahmeek proudly boast as he struggled to life himself from the floor to lean against the wall.
“Nigga that ho was never my bitch. She was for the streets,” Lo spat with a murderous glare.
“You a nasty nigga sharing bitches with ya dad? Nigga y’all wired as fuck. I spat thinking about Rahmeek and our dad fucking Fallon at the same time. I be damned if I knowing fuck a bitch behind my dad.
“Pussy is pussy,” Rahmeek chuckled. “Don’t get so bent outta shape brother.
Not over Fallon her pussy trash. I know Solana got that wet-wet,” He taunted Lo and in his false safety he missed Lo’s quick movements.
Before Rahmeek had a chance to protect his face Lo’s foot was connecting with it.
Knocking him out. If it wasn’t for his loud snoring, I would have thought the nigga was dead.
Lo hawked a wad of spit onto Rahmeek’s face as he said. “Fuck you.”
“You just beating the entire family up over coochie huh?” Our dad’s voice called out from behind us.
We all turned around to see him leaned against the archway.
His face still had the purple hue from Lo fucking him up.
His left eye bloodshot red and slightly swollen.
He still looked weak as fuck. He had stitches across his right brow, and his left arm was in a sling.
I could only imagine how he looked the day of.
“Fuck you bitch made nigga. As far as I’m concerned none of y’all my family. If it ain’t my brother, it’s fuck ‘em.” Lo venomously spat grilling our dad.
“All this could have been avoided had you cut me in your business but you niggas wanted to act high and mighty! Like y’all was better than the nigga who made it possible for you to live.
Y’all wouldn’t be shit without me and I had to remind y’all who the fuck ran shit.
I’m the head fuckin’ honcho in this bitch and Imma make you niggas grovel at my feet.
Once I’m done you won’t have a leg to stand on mark my wo-”
A loud bang that sounded like the door being kicked in and a bunch of feet shuffling in as a loud voice yelled out. “BEAUMONT CITY POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!”
What the fuck?
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Some hours Later.
Niggas really be on fuck shit. Maurice had gotten the entire house arrested because he wanted to try and scam the wrong niggas.
He’d really tried to not only scam the dealership where he’d gotten his tow trucks from with fraudulent contracts and stolen money.
He was trying to extort some niggas in city hall.
He fucked up and now he was finna pay for that shit with years of his life.
It took us a good five hours to get out that fucking police station.
Lucky for Lo and me we really didn’t know shit about our dad’s dealings.
The detective allowed us to drive down to the station instead of being handcuffed and going through the booking process.
Once they saw we were clueless they let us go.
They was telling us shit we never would have put together.
Our dad started fucking with Fallon because she worked at the car dealership and was able to forge shit for him to get tow trucks.
Then her dumb ass was using money from the company to pay his loans off on the trucks.
Our mama was a goofy because it seemed like our dad was using her to be able to open up his business in her name.
His name was fucked it the city so there was no way he’d be able to do anything under his own name.
Instead of our mama using her brain she let that nigga game her.
It was fucked up because I would never look at my mama the same way again. She’d showed us her nigga was more important than us. As long as she was in contact with our dad, I didn’t have anything for her. He really had her brainwashed and I hated that for, but it was what she wanted.
“You good?” I asked Lo. We’d been riding in silence since we left the station.
“Yeah, I’m just trying to take all this shit in. Our dad really tried to fuck us over on some jealous shit. I ain’t fuck with him but damn he still our dad.”
“Fuck him. Forreal that was some weird ass shit.”
“And Meek supposed to be our brother and he sitting in our faces playin’ the whole time. I swear Imma lay hands on that nigga every time I see him.”
“Ion got ho in my blood. He can’t be related to me.”
“Facts. Fuck em,” Lo agreed dapping me up. “Ya phone ringing.” Lo said, pointing to the screen on my dashboard. I had my phone on silent, and I forgot to take it off.
“What up,” I said as soon as I hit the green phone symbol on the screen.
“Nigga,” Gee sighed into the phone. “I been blowin’ ya shit up like a ho I ain’t feelin’ that shit.” His dumb ass spat.
“Shut ya bitch ass up. In my ear whining. The fuck you want?”
“Nigga fuck you. I’m tryna warn you and you runnin’ ya damn mouth.”
“Warn me about what?” I asked getting serious.