Page 1 of Our Mother's Sons

Chapter1

Jovani (von) Bendetti

“Bro where the fuck you at? You said you was at the warehouse. I’m here and I swear I don’t see another me.”

With the phone held to my ear with my shoulder, I ignored my brother as I peered at the menu in front of me. The cashier waited patiently even though she didn’t have no fucking choice since the line behind me was nonexistence. When it rained in Florida, it poured like we needed to build an ark and load the animals up two by two. I was used to it, though. Rain wasn’t stopping shit. A nigga had to fucking eat and that’s why I was at this register deciding on if I wanted the ten piece or the fifteen piece as rain water dripped from my Gucci raincoat.

“Let me get five of thepluck if you buckmeals.”

The cashier immediately began punching my order into the computer. Her long ass lashes made it look like her eyes were closed and I almost asked her if she was sleep standing when I first walked in. I didn’t mind lashes on my women but when them bitches were extra-long that’s when I be ready to pluck the shits off myself.

“You want the six, eight, ten, twelve, or fifteen, twin?”

“Nigga you at Pluck it Chicken?” My brother yelled in my ear.

“Give me the fifteen on all of ‘em—extra seasoning on three of the five meals’ fries. And let me get VIP’s to drink. Dassit.”

“I know you hear me talking to you.”

“Yes, I’m at Pluck it. I know we got shit to discuss but how in the fuck we gone do that on an empty stomach?”

Reaching into my pocket, I counted off a wad of cash. After placing the money in the cashier’s hands, I stuck a twenty in her tip jar and let her keep the change. Every time I came in this bitch she was at work and giving a nigga thefuck melashes cause I damn sure couldn’t see her eyes. She was cute. Her bright red ass hair that blended in with the uniformed visor hat on her head was always done up with extra ass baby hairs and her nails were just as long as the whiskers on her lids but other than that, lil baby had a nice body as her brown skin wasn’t riddle with acne. But, as much as she slaved in this bitch I couldn’t help but to wonder if the pussy wreaked of frying oil and degreaser. That alone was why she would never get a sample of a Bendetti twin. My brother damn sure wasn’t touching her now that he was locked down with his baby mama from the past. I was happy for the nagging ass nigga though. Anything was better than balloon lip.

“Bro just-”

Click.

Just that quick I’d forgotten my brother was on the phone so I disconnected his overbearing ass. I was too high for his shit even though I loved that nigga to death. I’d smoked three blunts between now and this morning, and it was barely even noon. Moving away from the register, I stood near the entrance and watched rain attack the storefront windows. Three children in polka dot rain boots and matching umbrellas ran down the side walk accompanied by their thick ass mama. Her ass was soaked even though she too was under an umbrella and I couldn’t help but watch her brown cheeks through the thin fabric of her mint colored leggings. Had she not been a mom of triplets that all were under the age of three, she could get the dick. But I wasn’t taking any chances. With me being an identical twin, my brother having five year old identical twins, and her fine ass having triplets it was inevitable that we would have multiples. Did I think she was baby mama potential? No. Did I even want a baby mama? Fuck no. Still, condoms popped, niggas slipped up and shit happened. Hell, I’d even fucked around and gotten my brother’s ex bitch pregnant with twins that time.Allegedly. I had to move with caution.

Once my order was ready, I took the two plastic thank-you bags and the carryout tray that held the drinks.

“This rain about to be cold as fuck,” I mumbled as I used my shoulder to push open the glass door. A gush of wet wind slapped me dead in the face as I held onto my food. Thankfully, the cashier had wrapped the carryout in a thank-you bag, so I didn’t have to worry about drinking a rainwater VIP. Balloons swaying in the wind on the sidewalk nearly caused me to drop my shit. Turning to the left to see which dumb motherfucker had helium balloons out in the storm, a dark purple four story building caught my attention. I hadn’t observed it when I ran up because I was too busy trying not to get soaked. A bright sign that readReader’s Paradiselit up in yellow. This must’ve been where thick mama and her stooges were coming from. I’d never seen a bookstore that big and bright, but the only bookstores I’ve seen are Barnes & Noble. I wasn’t a reader, so I’d never been inside one, but I would be lying if I said the store wasn’t intriguing. Needing to get the fuck out of the rain, I stopped being nosey and headed to my black SRT Hellcat charger.

Once the food was on the passenger floor, I snatched my jacket off and tossed it on the seat. The loud rumble of the engine caused the old ass lady on the side of my car to jump. I’d illegally parked in one of the handicap spots and had dared a motherfucker to tow my shit. As much money I spent at Pluck it, its big belly ass owner was going to reimburse me if my shit was ever towed or ticketed. My phone rang again, and seeing it was my brother, I ignored it. Our warehouse was only a few blocks from Pluck it, just outside downtown Ausnor. That nigga could wait until I got there. Putting my wipers on super max, I let the bass from one of Future’s tracks and the smell of fried goodness motivate me during the drive. I couldn’t hardly see shit but, I knew these streets by heart, I could drive around Ausnor Beach, Florida with my fucking eyes closed.

This is where my brother and I originated from. Born from a sneaky deadbeat bitch and raised by a real hustling ass woman. My grandmother was my heart, and I couldn’t wait to pull down on that lady when I finished meeting with my brother. I’d almost felt bad for even asking a favor of her when her pool hall had been burned to a crisp. Just the thought had me tightening the grip on my steering wheel, but when my head pounded harder, I let loose.

Joanna Mitchell had worked her ass to keep her pool hall alive. I had so many memories of that place. It was where I’d seen sex in the act for the first time, catching one of the local dope boys bending one of the waitresses over the counter of the men’s bathroom. I’d been in the stall taking a shit and kept my ass planted right on the toilet as I watched him drill her ass through the crack of the door. It was also where I learned to count money, obtain people skills, and map out our future clientele. Joanna wasn’t your typical cookie-baking grandma. That lady sold hardcore drugs at night and ran a pool hall during the day. She hated our mother but used the money she’d helped us obtain to renovate it fully. It went from a hole in the wall to a beautifully structured place of business. My Grams had even motivated my brother to open his bar. That lady was my whole heart. Knowing that her place of business was nothing more than a pile of rubble had me ready to crash the fuck out. But first, I had to cure this hangover.

My brother and I had made a beautiful life for ourselves. At the age of twenty six we were self-made millionaires and we were getting this shit all off the streets. Long before we had the liquid cocaine connect, we were pushing cocaine for our grandmother. The days at her pool house were humbling times. I’d gotten smacked in the mouth plenty of times by her for not showing up for my shift trying to run behind some pussy. Joanna and her heavy ass hand had me smiling to myself as I slid through the semi flooded streets. I used to be mad as a motherfucker but that meaty palm shaped me into who I am today – a real nigga. Joanna Mitchell would be more than okay. With all the money my brother and I possessed, we’d build again if she wanted; this time, it would be bigger and better. She claimed she didn’t want another business for now, and I couldn’t blame her.

Driving past thePleasure Padhad my smile broadening. I’d traveled and still hadn’t found a city that possessed a strip club that could hold a candle to ours. Last night was fun, but it didn’t top the other night when I made a movie. I told myself I was only going to the club to get a few drinks and see some ass and titties and then I would take my ass home. I could get a drink at home, or even at my brother’s bar but after busting up the human trafficking ring, I needed to get the fuck out. There were fucking kids, young ass girls being held captive. Those niggas were really in the business of snatching women and children against their will. I knew there were other trafficking rings, but at least we’d shut down one of them.

After ensuring the kidnappies were safe, I made adrop offand went straight to the club. I needed to get the thoughts of what the fuck them pale muhfuckas had possibly done to the people they captured out of my fucking head. The only way to do that was to go to my comfort zone. The strip club.The Pleasure Pad.I would lie if I said I wasn’t hoping to run intoFine Shytfrom the other night. My brother and I had busted up a fucking human trafficking ring and even though Fine Shyt and my memorable night had been what motivated me to get through the day, I yearned even to smell her again. It was almost like a fucking obsession.

I hated that I didn’t see her in the club last night. Even though the strippers were looking delectable, I didn’t take anyone home. How could I? After a night with her, I couldn’t do no one else. She’d set the bar too high. So I spent last night tossing ones and drinking straight from the bottle. I didn’t want Deuce to tell my brother I was out, so I paid his cousin Rome to be my extra muscle. That nigga had to damn near carry me out of the fucking club when I started throwing up all in them peoples section. The strippers ran like I had the cooties or some shit when usually they be begging to gobble me up. I didn’t give a fuck though. I’d seen a lot of shit in these streets but people being sold off like animals were some shit that I couldn’t shake. It made me sick to my fucking stomach. We got the girls to safety, handing them over to trust worthy authorities but, I was still fucked up behind it. Then, when Fine Shyt didn’t appear at the club, I kept drinking until I was vomiting.

My dick bricked up thinking about how Fine Shyt’s non dancing ass did a split on the dick. I was clowning her ass but, she had me in that bitch with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I knew I’d busted her shit wide open. She was all skeptical at first but when I pulled up to my ten thousand square foot, eight bedroom nine bathroom beach house she gave me that pussy on a platter. I usually didn’t bring women I didn’t know to the crib but, I wanted to fuck some bad with the pressure I had built up and was too drunk to use my game on her. The beach house did it every time. Women had stars in their eyes when they saw how well a young nigga like me was living. I usually had to drag their asses out of my crib the morning after. But, imagine my surprise when I woke up and her ass was gone. I was too mad. I wanted that tight shit again. I had half a mind to go after her, using my best resources to trace her down but we had to get rid of Tony’s ass and meet with the Russians. Ausnor was big, so there was no telling if I would see her again unless I had my people look her up. If I decided to go that route, it was on.

Parking next to my brother’s charger, I slid my coat back on, grabbed our food, and made a run for it to the front door. Any car he had, I had an identical one. We vowed to do everything in twos when we got the money, and we had made good on that promise.

“Deuce getcho big ass out the way.”

Deuce resembled a giant and if he wasn’t so fucking fat and dangerous, he could have been a cold ass asset in the NBA since he was seven feet tall.

“I know that ain’t Pluck it Chicken.”

“I know that ain’t Pluck it Chicken.Yes nigga it’s Pluck it. Now is yo big back ass gone shake me down about some food or are you gone move aside so I can get in my shit?”

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