Chapter 2 Orion Westin #2
As time went slowly, my head turned to my son whose head was turned to me.
Both of our heads then turned to Lisa. She stood there with a smug expression.
“Lisa, um, I’m not sure if you know that your clapback didn’t land like it should have.
You’re telling me, wait. I’m too old for this shit.
I almost lost myself in the petty immaturity.
Lisa, get the fuck out of my shit before it be a serious situation. ”
She started to pop more shit but thought better of it when I pulled the hammer back on my gun.
Lisa was the kind you had to take it there with for her to get the point.
A smart person would have left the entire situation alone.
She was a poke the bear then cry when that shit mauled her type of bitch.
Derrick and I watched her storm out like a child.
“Man, let me text ya mama. She’s always on her good bullshit,” I said with a titter as I pulled my phone out. Marsha’s ass was wild for blasting that girl, but I understood.
I sent my baby a text right as my other sons walked in. “What’s up, bighead boys. Y’all came to chill with ya pops?”
Derrick’s head snapped in my direction. “Pops, your ass ain’t supposed to be here. They came to see about me.”
I ignored him to continue my text conversation. Derrick’s gossiping ass told the boys about the Lisa situation. He was a born storyteller, so I let him have it. My head drew back at Marsha’s text.
Mrs. Westin:
I didn’t have shit. I was doing what you said. I simply bullied the bully.
Me:
Oh, so you’re a bully now too. I see ya man is rubbing off on you.
Mrs. Westin:
Orion, SU! Ain’t nothing about you rubbing off on me!
Me:
Say what you want woman. I know one thing that’s gonna rub. Those pussy walls on this dick later. Love you.
Mrs. Westin:
Lol! SU! I’ll see you later LU2.
Me:
What the fuk I thought.
A Few Days Later . . .
“I’m telling you to leave that girl alone. Bianca don’t mean you any good, Son,” I told Aaron. “Please don’t get that heifer pregnant. You’re going to regret it for the rest of your life. Derrick, I love you, and you know that, but ya mama. Yeah, I could do without.”
We all laughed. Derrick laughed the hardest because he had been front and center for a lot of the bullshit with his mother.
Thank God, when he was sixteen, she met a nigga that showed her some love and married her.
It was said that seven is the number of completion.
Kisa and Jessie’s marriage lasted seven years before he was out.
The why behind Jessie’s departure was not my business.
The only reason I knew about their marriage failure was because Kisa came to me about spinning the block.
Bitch, how does one spin on a block that they were never truly on.
Understand that when you were just fuckin’ on a person, that wasn’t being on their block.
You were just passing through. The only folks that could spin anything were those who had invested in that block, spent time on that block, or some real mutual feelings were involved with that block.
I was at my house with my three sons and Grant, Bruqlyn’s pop. The women wanted a girls’ night, so we deserved a boys’ night. Marsha, Norma, Bruqlyn, Karla, and my grandbaby Bridgette were at Marsha’s house.
“Chill, man. Pops, I told you that I pulled back from that girl. I slowed down with her since I decided to really see what’s happening with me and ole girl,” Aaron said.
Euri laughed. “I’on know why you would deal with any bitch that’s connected to CeCe’s ho ass. You like gambling though.”
Aaron waved Euri off. He took a sip of his beer before he responded. “Bro, worry about your wife and child. Leave me, Derrick, and Pops, the single niggas, to our own shit.”
Grant chortled. “Now why do y’all want to bother this man’s spirit. Let me sit back to listen to Orion cuss y’all the hell out.”
“You fucking right I am. Who is single, Aaron?” I waited for a response that I knew I wouldn’t get. My sons knew how to ruffle my feathers and loved to do it. “You two niggas are single. My ass is very much off these single streets.”
Snickers could be heard between my sons. They were three grown ass men, but when they got together, all I saw was my three little boys. Euri cleared his throat. “My wife did tell me that you were over there early morning status the other day looking like you lived there.”
“Shit, if God willing, I will soon.” I shrugged. “She might want to move into my house. We might buy a new house together and sell our homes or rent them.”
Yeah, I’d thought about how Marsha and I would consolidate our lives over the years. Our homes were six doors down from each other, so it would be whatever she wanted to do. I didn’t care where we lived, as long as we were together.
“I could see Mama wanting a new spot and renting y’all’s. You know she loves disposable income. Both houses are paid off too,” Derrick pointed out.
That was true. Every business decision that I made, I ran by Marsha. Over the years, I’d pushed my baby to go to college, but she just didn’t want to. She was so intelligent, and I knew a business or marketing degree would be an amazing add-on for her.
When it came to her business, she did all the marketing and branding herself. She helped me with my smoke shop and arcade businesses when it came to marketing and branding. I also had rental properties that she suggested.
Grant’s phone dinged, and he picked it up to look at the screen.
When he grunted, all the attention went toward him.
“I told this wife of mine to mind her business and stop.” There was an unreadable expression on his face when he looked at me.
“Norma set Marsha up on a blind date. They’re supposed to go out tomorrow for dinner.
I told her ass to leave that shit alone. ”
My heartbeat sped up. Blind date! I saw my sons’ reactions. Euri, who sat closest to me, gripped my shoulder. “Pops, you cannot come at this man like he doing you wrong. That man probably don’t even know who you are and that you counsel Satan from time to time.”
I heard my boy, I really did. “You’re right, Son. That man doesn’t know me from a bullet casing. You know who does know me though? Ya damn mama.”
Grant leaned forward with his forearms on his thigh. “Look, man, I been here, so I get it. There was a time when I fucked up, and Norma’s mean ass put me through hell. A nigga was about to have my auntie put roots on her ass. I just slick popped Majesty in her instead.”
Derrick laughed. “So, you trapped her ass, man? That’s cold-blooded.”
“I put her ass in an unescapable escape room called this marriage and motherhood. I wasn’t sure what she thought.
See, Norma and her people are Louisiana Creole that practice voodoo.
Me and my people are Haitian Creole that also practice Vodou.
She threatened a root, I threatened a root.
I figured that at the end of it all, we’d be some rooted muthafuckas. ” Grant was serious as fuck.
But I’m crazy. All I would do was shoot a nigga. This man was willing to put roots on fuckas. “All I’m trying to do is get my baby back, man. I’m not trying to send niggas to the decision table in the process, but I will.”
Grant huffed. “Promise not to send this nigga to the decision table, and I’ll give you the date details. Remember that this dude is innocent.”
“Bet”
Date Night . . .
Oh, I was dapper tonight. I put on my best suit and made sure my line up and beard were salivating worthy.
I even pulled out my G-Class. This vehicle was sentimental because I had busted Marsha’s ass in this shit more times than I could count.
It was like when she climbed in, her pussy got wet.
Keep in mind, I bought her one for Mother’s Day in her favorite color, purple.
When I pulled up to the five-star restaurant, I watched the three valet boys have a quick back-and-forth about who would park my vehicle.
It ended in a rock, paper, scissors decision.
When I stepped out of my car, the teenage boy paused for a moment to look up at me.
“Good evening, sir. Here is your ticket for tonight.”
“Thank you, son.” I reached into my pocket, pulled out a wad, and flaked off a hundred-dollar bill to hand to him. “Keep my shit as close to the front as you can.”
He took the hundred and nodded. “Yes, sir. I will park it right over there,” he said before he pointed to a spot that was to the right of us.
The date was scheduled for seven thirty, and it was now seven fifteen.
I was here early because I wanted to see if this man would show up early, as he should.
Marsha planned to meet him here, which relieved me.
Marsha was a fashionably late kind of woman, so it was guaranteed that she arrived at least ten minutes late.
Time revolved around her, not the other way around.
When Mr. Charles Jared arrived, I wanted to have a quick conversation with him.
When I entered the restaurant, the hostess asked my name.
I told her the name of the party and that I would wait.
Lil mama couldn’t care less with the amount of people that were waiting.
Ten minutes later, Mr. Jared came bopping in.
I would give it to the young man because he was doing his suit thing.
I wasn’t sure why Norma hooked my woman up with a forty-nine-year-old, but I wasn’t tripping.
He went over to the hostess stand and gave his name.
Like I knew she would, the hostess told him that his party was here and pointed in my direction.
Confusion played on his face when I came into his view. I stood with a warm smile. This was not about beef at all, so I wanted to appear approachable. Ninety-five percent of serial killers were approachable. My boy Ted Bundy was the best example of that.
When he was close, I extended my hand. “Mr. Jared, it is nice to meet you.” I didn’t continue until he hesitantly placed his hand in mine. Weak ass handshake. “My name is Orion Westin. I’m here to talk to you about the love of my life, Marsha Turner.”
His eyes tightened, and his head bucked back. “Wait, the love of your life.” He tittered. “I’m sorry, I’m a little confused. That’s who I am meeting here tonight.”
“Yes, it is. I wanted to actually meet you first to give you another option. That option is to not meet her.” My smile was bright.
“See, that is the woman that I will marry. She’s the mother of my four children, the owner of my heart, and the only woman that makes my dick hard.
Do you understand where I’m going with this? ”
Charles’s eyelids blinked rapidly. He chuckled, then said, “I completely understand. This might be a sign because I feel the same way about my ex-wife. I thought if I went on a date with a beautiful woman, it would somehow make me forget about her.”
“Nah, homeboy, that’s not how that shit works. I fucked up with Marsha in my twenties, and here I am at fifty plus meeting niggas at restaurants about my woman. Trust me, if you want your ex-wife back, do what you need to do to get her back. I’ll go to hell trying to get mine back,” I told him.
He nodded with a small smile. “I’m gonna step out of your way and let you get your woman. While you do that, I’m going to start the process to get mine back.” He extended his hand toward me, which I took. We said a few more words, then he left. I loved it when niggas were cooperative.
After he left, I glanced at my watch. Seven thirty.
My baby should be here soon. I moved to the hostess desk.
“Hey, sweetheart, you can go ahead and seat me. My woman, Marsha, will be here momentarily.” I reached in my jacket pocket.
“When she arrives, please give her this and instruct her to open it before you seat her.”
The young girl cooed as she took the small jewelry box. “This is so sweet. I will do that.” She grabbed the menus and everything she needed. “Please follow me.”
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