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When I make it to my mama house, I see her outside on the front porch talking to Mr. Richard her neighbor, but when I drive up, she doesn’t acknowledge me. My first instinct is to blow the horn, but I already know that’s the easiest way to get smacked by Dorothy Grey, so I just sit there and wait for her to finish her conversation while I scroll on my phone… or well, attempt to.Fuuuck!

I reach around, grabbing my purse from the back seat to try to look for it, but it’s not there.Damn it!I bang my head on the steering wheel.I must have left it on the bathroom sink.

Stepping out of the car, I reluctantly try to get my mama’s attention, but she ignores me.

“Ma!” I shout, but she says nothing. “Mama!” I shout again, causing her to glare at me.

“What, girl?!”

“I left my phone at home, and I’m already la?—”

“Oh, I’on need to go anymore. Richard and his wife brought some extra stuff over. You can go,” she cuts me off nonchalantly, while I stand there dumbfounded, narrowing my eyes.

“Are you serious?! I’ve been waiting here for an hour!” I yell incredulously and she curls her lip like I’m a whole damn bother, even though I’m the one who went out of my way to help her.

“And? It’s not like you were doing anything anyway. Marcus ass in prison. He ain’t going nowhere,” she spits. I refrain from fisting my hands even though I’m upset, because what’s the point? It’s not getting to get me anywhere. She always says this, and honestly as much as it pisses me off, there’s no point in trying to say otherwise.

My mama simply doesn’t give a damn about Marcus and me. We are the kids she had with the daddies she hates the most… the ones she had outside of her marriage, unlike our other brothers and sisters, who are by her husband.

“Alright, Mama,” I get back into my car and drive off, not even bothering to say much else. I just bypass my place and gostraight to see my brother. No point in driving back to pick up my phone. Hell, I’m already late as it is.

Instead, I just click the Audible app in my car and turn on Their Itty Bitty Kitty by Rose Marie, the supernatural fantasy reverse harem omegaverse dark romance I’ve been hooked onto. I shudder when the Alpha King growls, running a claw over her clit, making the Black feline female main character scream out.

“Heeeerrrreeee pussy pussy pussssyyyyy,” he snarls through the speakers, making my cat tingle at the sinister way the voice actor captures him. “You can’t run from me, Pussy Kat… you’re more like a bitch in heat than a feline. I cansmellyou feening for this dick. I can smell the others’ nut inside you. Why don’t you come out so I can lap at that sore cat a little?” he laughs and I feel my heart squeeze in envy.

Ughnnn!To have a man want you so much he’s willing to chase you through the woods!

Ugh! How come all the book girlies get the dangerous men?!

I chuckle at myself.Duh, it’s because men like that don’t exist.

While I listen, my body lights up and I mutter, wishing I’d grabbed a change of panties because listening to him fuck her so hard while she meows for help as the other men in the pack join and they cross swords!Lord!I swallow, driving up to the prison, sighing.

Hell, I can barely pay attention to the guard and only snap out of my ravenous state when I hear the guard growl, annoyed.

“Step out and lift the hood of your car.” I’ve heard these words more times than I can count. At least once, if not more every other month for the last fifteen years.

Without hesitation, I unbuckle my seatbelt, pop my hood, and unlock my car door, stepping out and lifting the hood. As the guard checks for… well, God knows what, I head to the other doors to open them so he can do the routine check.For fuck’s sake, what the hell does he expect to be in here?

“You may close the doors and step back into the vehicle.” Again, I follow orders because the last thing I want to do is disobey and have them deny my visit.

Once he hands me back my license, he points to the direction where I need to park, and I follow the instructions to a T, parking where I know the guard standing watch with a rifle can see me. I step out, already feeling fucking drained.Bear with it, Robin… he’ll be out soon and then… then we can really start to live life!

I make my way over to the small room where the check-in guards are and I groan, hearing one even a few feet away.Damn… this is going to be a long wait.I walk in and sure fucking enough, the check in guard has her feet propped on the desk, popping gum while on the phone cackling louder than a motherfucker as if she don’t see me, but I don’t say shit.

I’ve dealt with check in guards like her in the past. The moment I open my mouth, I can hear it now… I have no doubt she’d say, “Visitation denied.” Lord knows I’d probably end up fighting the bitch and wind up in prison my damn self.

Unfortunately for her, I didn’t get up out my comfortable queen size Sealy damn Posturepedic mattress and drive two hours in this one-hundred-and-fucking-four degree record-breaking Texas heat only to be denied a visitation to see my brother for a reason as petty as a bitch not being able to do her job right. So I just stay the fuck quiet and smile, holding up my driver’s license until she finally looks my way, annoyed that I’m still here five whole fucking minutes later.

“Yo license.” She sits up as I hold it out and she snatches it from me.Whhhheeeeewwww ROOOBBBIIIINNNNN MOTHER FUCKING GREY YOU HAD BETTER KEEP THAT SMILE ON YOUR FACE!!!!!“And who are you here to see?” She pops her gum, looking through the papers, and I close my eyes. holding in a sigh.

“LaMarcus Grey.”

“I’on see him on the list,” she scowls, and I roll my eyes because the second I glance down, I see his name clear as mother fucking day.

“La-Mar-cus Grey,” I repeat slower as she shuffles through the papers.

“Oh, I found him.”Yeah, I bet…“And you’re his half-sister?” she asks, cutting her eyes up at me, looking me over. I’m not going to lie, no matter how many times I hear the word, “half-sister,” my heart aches. LaMarcus and the rest of my siblings might have different daddies, but we all rocked together in that two-bedroom apartment with our mama. Ain’t no half nothing! On God, that’s my brother and my row dog, but I smile.

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