Page 17 of Our Mother's Sons

Despite my disdain for the lady who gave me life, I was smiling because she was right about Girl being a cutie pie. She was gorgeous actually and I knew that I would need way more guns than I had to keep motherfuckers away from her in the future. I didn’t want to think about that shit but it was inevitable. I was going to have a whole graveyard full of niggas about my kid. As Melissa waited for me to answer, she continued to smile at Girl as I inspected her. For a broad that had been running from the mob for twenty plus years, she looked damn good. Growing up, my grandmother had always been a beautiful woman but, she dressed her age even though she acted like a hood nigga at times with her running a whole drug operation. I often wondered if I would have been one of them niggas that had the fine ass mama that I would go to war over. I remember a few times my classmate’s mothers would come to the school, and the entire class of boys would comment on how fine they were. I used to wonder if my mama was attractive and if I would have been the one in the class ready to lay a nigga out for complementing my mama. Then there were days when I knew she had to be ugly. Only ugly bitches dropped their kids off after having the kids father killed. In my mind, Melissa was the ugliest fucker on the planet. My grandma had plenty of pictures of my father and seeing how he was a handsome ass nigga I knew there was no way he would lay down with nothing that wasn’t bad.

Seeing Melissa now without my brewing hate for her blind me, it pained me to admit I would have been one of those boys beating ass behind comments on her. She hadn’t aged too gracefully, but she did look good. I was glad that we had some black don’t crack in us because if we were full blown Italians I would have been just like her ass, paying the Botox doctor monthly. Besides the few wrinkles in her skin and her brows that looked like she was surprised all the fucking time, she could still give girls half her age a run for their money. Her white teeth were blinding, her skin blemish-free, her makeup perfectly placed, and she was dressed in expensive threads. Even the jeans she had paired with the silk Pucci blouse looked to have cost some bands. I didn’t know how much of her silky black hair was extensions and how much of it was all hers, but for the last few years, it had been the same. It could be real, being that my brother and I had long hair, but she could afford the best with the money Melissa had access to. Stupidly, my brother and I had only made her ass richer by pushing the liquid cocaine for her. The liquid cocaine connect was the only reason why she hadn’t gotten the door slammed in her face. She was the one who met with Augello and had the drugs brought in, cooked from liquid to powder, and distributed them to us. We needed this sea creature, and I hated like hell we did.

Her perfume reminded me of the fragrance I smelled the other day in Neiman’s, and I hated that it smelled good. I hated that she was in front of me playing with Girl and that Girl’s friendly ass was giggling and shit as she tickled her belly. The Cartier bracelets paired with the diamond tennis bracelets on her wrist clanked while she sent Girl into a fit of giggles. Needing to break this sentimental shit up, I took a step back, causing Melissa’s face to frown.

“Man, what the hell do you want, Melissa? You know ion fuck with you like that.”

It was no reason for me to fake the funk. Just because she and her oldest son had come to a peace treaty didn’t mean I was on that type of timing. That nigga was in a forgiving mood as of late. As a matter of fact, he was the forgiving twin. He’d forgiven me for slutting his hoe out. He’d forgiven Rainah for running away with his kids like she was the conductor of the underground railroad, and he’d forgiven this fake ass Kim Kardashian for abandoning us. He thought her coming back to us after twenty plus years and getting the feds off our tail while putting the plug in our laps was a way to welcome her in with open arms but I was on to her ass. Us selling that cocaine benefited her tremendously. It was a way for her to keep getting money since she didn’t have the mob behind her. We were her lifeline. We were the reason she was walking around this bitch like she was Queen Elizabeth. Melissa was nothing more than toxic pussy with good looks that our father fell victim to and because of that he lost his life. Now, all of a sudden, the mob was after us. I refused to let her be our downfall.

Tossing her silky hair behind her shoulder it dramatically danced in the wind and I scoffed at the shit. Bad enough her tired ass knew she was the shit, the elements didn’t need to aid into it. She was not the fucking main character, she was the fucking villain.

“I just came to talk, son. " Her long lashes, which weren’t crazy dramatic but long enough to make her look extra girly, brushed her botoxed cheeks.

“Well, ion got time to talk. I’m busy.”

She was back on Girl, and then me.

“You’re busy babysitting?”

Adjusting Girl on my waist, I took the bottle from her mouth because she was sucking on air. I read an article about her getting gas from that shit so I stopped her anytime she did that.

“Can’t babysit your own kid,” I stared Melissa’s ass dead in the eyes.

Her sculpted brows furrowed.

“Wait. Hunh?”

“If you can hunh you can hear Melissa.”

She cocked her head.

“So you’re saying this is your baby?”

Getting annoyed by her line of questioning, I cocked my head too.

“Ain’t that what I said?”

Chuckling, she looked at Girl again.

“You’ve had a blood test?”

“Hunh?”

“You can, hunh, you can hear.” She tossed my words right back at me.

“I heard your plastic ass loud and clear. I’m just trying to see when did you be able to afford the audacity to be able to ask me about blood tests.”

Rubbing her hand down her pants leg, she straightened her posture.

“As beautiful as she is and yes, she’s extremely gorgeous, she isn’t yours. Yes she has the fair skin and the curly hair but that’s about it. She’s not yours and the bitch that tried pinning her on you will have to see me,” Melissa’s eyes turned cold. Deadly. Shit almost had me shook. Almost.

“Matter fact, hand her here. We can do a test right now.”

Melissa reached for Girl who was actually trying to go with her ass. Turning my body in a way that drove Girl further away from Melissa, I held my forearm out.

“Man, watch out. Won’t be no testing going on.”

“And why the hell not?” Melissa’s lips pressed into a straight line.

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