Chapter 1 #3
Once the lights popped on, Kylo cleared his throat. Clasping his hands, he said, “Aye, Aug, I forgot to tell you a chick by the name of Amana came through when you an’ Mona went to the store to get mo’ ice. She said to check yo’ email.”
Every drunkard of the Abbott family was on their toes when we looked at the brothers. I couldn’t form any words because I was trying to understand what the fuck August Junior’s biological momma wanted after eighteen motherfucking years of walking by me as if we hadn’t made him.
God, please don’t let the way Mona talk change, an’ I’m drunk like this. The adoptive sober mother versus the biological prissy mother gon’ be the headliner fo’ a crime TV show, I thought as Mona patted my chest and snatched my phone from the holster.
Shit. She mad as fuck, I thought, closing my eyes.
“So, um, the bitch came through this party as if she don’t know this nigga an’ their son all mine!
Okay. Okay. Yeah, I see I’m gon’ do som’ rearrangin’ this early morning.
Come on, August, so I can baze you, suck you again, fuck you, an’ tuck you innabed.
Min, I’mma be ready to go in three hours.
Hoe, don’ sent a motherfuckin’ email like August Junior a gotdamn transaction.
Finna drag that bitch all ‘round this city like she a fuckin’ float at the Christmas parade!
August, brang yo’ ass on here. I need to get active times motherfuckin’ two! ”
“Oh, shit. Did I unintentionally start som’ shit?” Kylo asked, rising from the chair.
Loving my beast tossing her ass and attitude with each sway of her hips, I smiled. “Nawl, you ain’t start nothin’. August Junior mammie started som’ shit, an’ I can’t wait to be in the back seat, watchin’ my fiancée do everything I wished I could do.”
“I said brang yo’ ass on here, August!” Mona hollered furiously while swirling on her heels, only to glare at me.
“I’m on the way, guh.” I cheesed, walking toward her.
“Min, you better drive my truck like you got som’ sense. I’mma be in it. I can’t wait to see Mona dive off in that bitch ass. Aleana, can you please prepare six plates for this lil city trip?” King asked as if smiling.
What a wild ass mornin’ this finna be, I thought, nearing my woman as her eyes were fixated on the brightly lit phone.
“Call this number an’ tell the bitch to pull up at our address. I don’t want to hear shit ‘bout she’ll come later in the day. Won’t be no fuckin’ conversation ‘round that time, I’m gon’ be suckin’ on balls befo’ garglin’ dick,” she sassed, handing me the phone.
With a raised eyebrow, I retrieved my phone and grinned. “Oh, really?”
“Honey, I ain’t in a playful mood. I suggest you do as I say befo’ I turn yo’ ass every which way but loose on this fuckin’ porch. Don’t test me,” she growled, turning me on even more.
Stepping closer to the woman who was defensive when she shouldn’t have been, I cleared my throat. Pinning her on the house, I dropped my nose on hers.
Tender as the wind that barely blew in the summer, I demanded, “Tone down the attitude befo’ I turn yo’ ass every-which-a-way but fuckin’ loose on this porch.
You ain’t got to be in defense, Mona. I got you.
You got me. Nih, I’m all fo’ you handlin’ the bitch as you see fit, but don’t jump down my neck fo’ som’ shit I ain’t even do.
Got yo’ ass riled. Take that shit out on her. Nih, walk to King an’ Min’s bathroom.”
“It’s finna be som’ strange power exchange fuckin’ in this house. Y’all better make sho’ God up befo’ we be eatin’ repass food. After the shit I don’ put my siblin’s an’ self through, I know that Man weary as fuck from watchin’ after us.” Thiago said from the kitchen, chewing on something crunchy.
I patted my leg like Uncle Otto after King glared at him. Mona clamped her lips, cleared her throat sternly, and walked off. I was behind my woman while Ryan, Kingsley, Shannon, and the twins whistled. Min, Kylo, and Mylo howled in laughter, making it contagious.
Chuckling, I grabbed my woman’s hand and called Amana. Putting the call on the speaker, I took three steps into the brightly lit home when Amana groggily answered, “Hey.”
“What you want?” I asked dryly.
“Don’t speak to me in that tone,” she voiced defensively, pissing me off.
“Bitch, what you want?” I hissed, covering Mona’s mouth.
“You know what? Nothing,” she sassed, ending the call.
Biting my bottom lip, I blew out air harshly. Mona looked at me and asked, “Where does she live, August?”
Honestly, I responded, “I’on know.”
“Okay.” She nodded, looking behind us. “Min, I need Amana Zeigler’s address.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” she offered.
“1236 Beuchan Road. In the city,” King, Kingdon, and Kingsley answered with ease, causing me to smile hard while grabbing my girl’s jeans waistline.
“I’m finna let you handle yo’ business like the badass you is,” I voiced against her neck before lifting her onto me.
I told you, Amana, once you leave … there was no way back to my boy. I meant that shit. Nih, you gotta deal wit’ a woman who’s a nut basket fo’ the creation you an’ me made.