Page 39 of Drill Session

“Maneeee.” Holding up my arms in surrender, I backed up a little bit. “I don’t want no smoke. Lucky already told me how you get down.”

“That nigga done spent too many nights in the hospital fuckin’ ‘round with me. I don’t beat niggas but don’t push me.”

“I done heard the stories,” I nodded.

“But I think we should scare her,” she mentioned, shifting back to the subject at hand.

My brows creased in confusion. “Scare her, it ain’t Halloween fool,” I snickered. “Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“No Drill,” she snickered with me. “One of them has to call her and tell her the homeless shelter is on fire.”

“I ain’t trying to die today.”

“I think it’ll be a great idea.” One of the women behind us said. Smiling, Deontae's aunt approached.

“Thank you, Shunta,” Jalisa reached her hand out and high fived her.

“Only because Akira wouldn’t come for any random phone call. I mean she would, but it has to sound like an emergency if you want to get her over here quick. I don’t mean to speak out of turn or eaves drop on y’all’s conversation but scaring her would be a great idea. The security guard can cut the cameras off from the security booth, so she can’t access them from her phone and then call her. If the camera’s turned off, she’d believe it, those camera work through anything,” she suggested.

“Y’all women are pure hell.”

“I can’t wait to see how she reacts from all of this Akira is so deserving and she’s literally an angel.” Shunta’s voice broke, and she became teary eyed, making me reach over and rub her back to console her for whatever battle she was fighting. “I’m so sorry to get emotional, but when our house caught on fire, it was all over the news and it was so sudden. It was later investigated that it was due to a space heater connected to an extension cord. She was the first person to reach out. We got many donations, but it was hard for us to find shelter around that time and Deontae and I don’t have much family down here, besides my mama, but she’s battling cancer right now—but I’m rambling on and on. Akira is such an angel, and she has such a good heart. I always tell her when she walks there’s this light glowing around her.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I stated with a head nod. “I often tell her myself that’s she’s heaven sent.”

“Are y’all ready to do this,” Jalisa spoke, doing the Bird Man hand rub. This was all too fun for her mean ass.

Meanwhile,at the Valentine’s Day brunch

Akira Moore

“Nuh uh,” I called out. “Sit me at the kiddie table. I’m not grown enough to play Spades. I’ll draw four, skip you, reverse and draw two all day.” I giggled at my uncle Earnest, everybody calls him uncle e because he hates his name, but I don’t. He lets me get a pass because I’m his favorite niece. He was good, full and tipsy, trying to get me to be his Spades partner knowing damn well I don’t know shit about Spades, and I wasn’t trying to learn. Whenever him and my daddy are on opposing teams, they forget they came from the same ball sack.

“You need to spend some of that hard earned money at the casino with ya unc,” he slurred.

“No,” I grinned. “I’ll be ready to knock all that shit over if I lost. I’ll leave you to that. I hate using my money to buy scratch offs for my daddy.”

My daddy’s head shot up. “And you’d be the first person asking for your cut, with your lip poked out and your hand out. God knew what he was doing when he gave me three expensive ass daughters,” he joked.

“Nope,” Akiya spoke up beside me. “Blame ya wife. I had no business wearing Coach, Juicy Couture, Prada and Versace.”

“To my defense,” my mama called out. “Y’all daddy used to dress y’all up like little boys. If I put him in charge of buying y’all clothes and getting y’all dressed all the time, the clothes would be baggy, hair would be nappy and I was stressed out by all of that,” she stressed.

She was cute, dressed down in a champagne-colored pants set coordinated by red Tory Burch signature sandals. Her knotless braids flowed midway down her back and minimal make up graced her face. Pretty much everyone in attendance wore some form of red, nude or black. Those instructions were specific in the invitation, and from experience we knew not to show up in any other color. Like me, the black tube dress hugged my curves and the red signature Tory Burch sandals gave my outfit a pop of color. She’s the reason why when it comes to major events everything must be perfect. Instead of her slaving over the stove, she hired a black-owned catering company, and the food was so good. Though she wasn’t the host, she was still going around asking people if they needed or wanted anything, until my daddy yelled for her to sit her ass down.

“She ain’t lying,” Akea outburst. “My fifth-grade pictures are horrible!”

“This the reason I been shooting her club up aiming for a boy. The shit I go through is terrible with them,” he muttered to Uncle E, loud enough for us to hear, causing my mama to playfully hit him on the shoulder.

“Aww daddy,” I cooed and walked over to him so I could smother him in kisses. “You love us. You wouldn’t know what to do with a boy. Akiya is your tomboy.” With a giggle I glanced over at her and dodged the balled up paper towel she threw at me. When I ducked, it hit Uncle E on the head, causing him to throw it back at her and miss.

“Kira your phone is over there ringing off the chain. Why do you have it one silent?” my mama spoke.

“Oh,” I shrugged as I waved her off. “Did you see who it was?” My phone was placed on the granite kitchen countertop. I saw it flickering from here, but it couldn’t have been anybody important. Drill had dibs on my location and Jalisa knew I was busy.

“It’s Jalisa,” she glanced at my phone and told me.

Waving her off, I trotted down the hall to the guest bathroom, to pee. Jalisa ain’t want shit but to annoy me. Just like Drill, she knew where I was too. Knowing her greedy ass, she probably wanted me to fix her a plate. She didn’t stay far from my parents so if she wanted something to eat, she could either pull up or get it herself. After I peed, I grabbed some flushable wipes so I could wipe my pussy. Parting my legs open, I dabbed the cool napkin on my sore kitty and winced in pain. I didn’t have to look down there to see that my pussy was still swollen and when Drill woke up this morning, he noticed it too. He figured kissing my pussy would aid it, but it was so much kissing and licking he could do, that would make the pain subside. Which reminds me to make an appointment with my gynecologist because this ain’t normal at all… it can’t be. After taking care of my hygiene, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, when I appeared back in the kitchen everybody was looking at me with these strange looks on their faces.

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