Page 3 of Our Mother's Sons

We’d seen it happen way too often over the years. White collar boys come to us for coke, and a coke addiction turned into a crack addiction, and it was mainly because crack was cheaper than coke. Coke was a rich man’s sport. If you snorted up all your money, you had to get what the fuck you could afford. It was a sad reality and had nothing to do with me. Because as long as those boys were buying, I was selling. Shit had me and my people living too lavish to be the moral police.

I waited until I chewed my food down before I continued, “And have you must know nosey ass nigga, I didn’t take a bitch home last night. I didn’t fuck shit at all. I took my ass to bed.”

My brother glared at me as if he didn’t believe me. I was done eating, which was the only reason he started the conversation, but my eyes were bigger than my stomach, so I continued to munch.

“Then we got this racist ass mafia after us. I know Titan is dead but, the motherfucker who sent him is still out there. It doesn’t make sense that folk we ain’t never met nor had a desire to meet got it out for us. All because our mama wants a relationship with her kids?”

“Correction. Yourmamawants a relationship with herchild.”

Jeo’s frown deepened. His skin looked different. More vibrant. Let me find out Rainah’s double trouble hiding ass have been over there doing remedies on his face and shit. If so, I needed in on it.

“Nigga she wants a relationship with you too. Last I checked we cooked in the womb together and exited that bitch together too.”

“Actually, you exited first. According to the birth certificate, I came five minutes later.”

Jeo wiped his hands and mouth and closed his container. He’d never been the type to clear the bones, so meat was still left on his chicken. When we were kids, I cleaned his and mine like a straight savage. I was eating all that nigga’s germs back then.Ugh.

“I got too much on my plate to go back and forward with you about the lady that gave us life. I love you enough to respect your decision. But, I’m telling you she cool as fuck. Plus, she put us in a position to get these millions.”

“Nigga we were already getting money with Grams. Ant body ass comes along and tries to make up for lost time and now you all gun ho on the hoe.”

“Aye. Watch it,” Jeo’s voice deepened, and his expression hardened. I didn’t want to push my twin, so I exhaled a wad of breath and sat back in my seat.

“I’m not worried about Melissa. You can have a relationship with her. She ain’t been around but a few years and already got the mafia coming for us. I tell you what, we not Jonah. God rest pop's soul, but it will be a cold day in hell before they leave us cold and stanking on grandma’s doorstep. They have a better chance at getting at the fucking president, than they do coming for us,” I spat.

My brother nodded, “No cap. I’m with you. The best we can do is watch our backs until we get more insight into who sent Titan. We already got men on grandma, Rainah, and my sons. I hate that we didn’t act quicker, which in turn caused her pool hall to be burned down, but she has her life, and we can always rebuild. When it was just me and you, some beef like this would have been small to a giant. But, I got my Jits. I’ll burn this beach town down before I let a hair on their heads get touched.”

“You know I got my Jits too. Shit you may as well say they my kids. We got the same DNA.”

When I discovered that if I took a blood test with my nephews, it would return 99.99, I was no good. Since my brother and I had the same DNA, biologically speaking, I was Jordan and Jason’s pappy too, even though I had never slept with Rainah. Now that I think about it, I should have told Celine’s ass to keep the babies. She could have pinned them on my brother. DNA would have proved they were his anyhow. I couldn’t do that to him though, bad enough I fucked the bitch not knowing they were together. Thinking about that shit made me want to kill her ass. Bitches be extra grimy. That’s why I don’t and won’t trust a soul outside of my brother, grandmother, and Deuce’s bone eating ass.

My brother ignored my shenanigans and continued venting, “Then I got Rainah. You know what her reservations are with this street shit so some muhfuckas that’s still stuck in segregation times not about to come along and fuck up my peace. We sit back, watch, and find the perfect time to strike. In due time, all these fuck boys will get what they got coming. Melissa says she got it handled, so for now, I’ll let her do what she does. That still don’t mean we not supposed to keep our head on a swivel.” My brother narrowed his eyes at me, and I knew where the conversation was about to turn.

“What?” I snapped, already in defense mode.

“Bro where the fuck that baby at?”

Running my tongue across my teeth, which were free from my slugs today, I glanced off.

“What baby?”

“You know what fucking baby! The baby you stole when we busted up the trafficking ring. That baby.”

“Oh,thatbaby. Yeah. I went ahead and dropped her off with Kent. He took her to the station.”

Kent was another one of the police officers we used for information since we had to kill Pj’s hating ass off. Nigga was too caught up on pussy that didn’t belong to him and that shit only backfired on him and fucked up his extra bread and took his life in the process. Dumb ass.

“Jovani.”

“Man, what? I just told you my head still hurting from last night. I had a long one.”

“You need to stay your ass out the strip club. I told you you’ve got to lay low. Right now, while we got these muhfuckas after us, cool it with the bringing bitches to your spots - condo included. As a matter of fact, don’t even take ‘em to a hotel. It’s about time you learn some discipline any fucking way. Be celibate or some shit.”

“Celibate? I know you not telling me to be celibate and you got inhouse pussy.”

“Watch it.”

“Hell nah!” I was with whatever my brother was with and under normal circumstances I took heed to what he was saying but, when it came to pussy I was undisciplined like a muhfucka. I liked to fuck. I liked to fuck bad bitches. I liked to fuck bad bitches long and hard. That shit wouldn’t be changing. If them niggas bold enough to use pussy to set me up, I was still going to get my nut before I blew everyone’s brains out.

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