Page 16 of Our Mother's Sons

Chapter6

Jovani “Von” Bendetti

Pussy should have been the last thing on my mind, butshoulda coulda woulda.Ever since I saw ole girl at the mall a few days ago, she’d been on my fucking brain. I had her number, found myself staring at the shit multiple times a day but I had yet to dial it and her pickle head ass had yet to call me either. Shit, we hadn’t even as so much as texted each other nor had I gotten on social media and looked her up. I tried to limit my time on socials, but now and again I fell victim to it. Now that I was a whole father out here, I was changing a lot of bad ass habits.

“Aye.”

Girl’s big, round eyes landed on me. I was lying back in the bed facing a blunt, and she was across the room looking like she was about to crawl straight to the outlet where my surround sound was plugged in. We engaged in a stare-off, her hand paused mid-motion. Her big round eyes and wild curly hair that rested on her forehead since I’d taken those fucking braids out was bigger than her whole body. She had so much fucking hair, it reminded me of my brother and I when we were kids. Some motherfuckers may have thought it was childish as hell for grown ass men to have cornrows a few years ago but grandmother had never cut our hair. Now days braids were making a comeback and niggas that didn’t even have the looks for the shit were rocking them. Twin and I had been doing this shit. Just then, a thought of Girl getting braids crossed my mind, but it left as soon as it appeared. If a hoe made my kid cry. It was over with for her ass.

I didn’t even have to tell Girl not to touch the plug; my verbal warning was enough. Still in the crawling stance, she rerouted and made her way over to her pile of toys. Having a kid was cool. At first, I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. Most of the time, when I was in the house, it was because I had company, getting some much-needed rest, or nursing a hangover. Being cooped up with a child wasn’t bad at all. I thought that after the first week she would be getting on my fucking nerves and I would have wanted to return her ass to the sick fucks I’d stolen her from but that wasn’t the case at all. Girl was cool as a muhfuckah. The most frightening thing about having her was changing diapers and bath time. I did both them bitches with my eyes closed. I didn’t want to be invading her fucking privacy. She was a baby and couldn’t speak up for herself. The first time, I changed her blindly, the fucking pamper was sideways. When she went down for her nap, I practiced that shit on one of the dolls I door dashed when I ordered her milk until I got it right. I was the coldest blind diaper wrapper this side of Florida has ever seen.

Pressing the blunt back to my lips with my back resting against the headboard, I took one look at Girl’s slick ass before focusing my attention back to my phone. I didn’t even know ole girl’s name, so I stored her in the phone asFine shyt.She was pretty. But I was used to pretty. I’d been knocking pretty girls since before my nuts dropped. Hell, Florida was polluted with pretty bitches. Something about the sun and the sand made the female population here thrive. I didn’t know what it was, but I hadn’t seen too many ugly women. Were there some? Hell yeah, but they hadn’t had the pleasure of sitting on my dick. She couldn’t dance for shit. That lil booty of hers was too plump and jiggly for her to be doing the fucking Harlem shake when I told her to put on a show. Since I was high as a kite, I couldn’t help the grin that broke through thinking about that night. I’d fucked the girl, tricked on her, and didn’t even know her fucking name. It wasn’t uncommon that I didn’t know the names of women I bedded. It wasn’t like I couldn’t remember names because in my line of work, it was vital that I took note of everything. It was just that I didn’t care. I fucked, they got a couple dollars if the pussy was worth it and I got the fuck on. But, me not knowing Fine Shyt’s name fucked with my mental.

That night, I could tell there was some shit with her. As pretty and good as her pussy was, she had this sadden aurora about her. It was why I told her to dance: I wanted to lift her spirits. It was something about her, though. This girl was on my fucking brain like a daunting task and I had to at least fuck her again to see if it was just my want of pussy or a nigga like me was really feeling her for real. Hovering my thumb over her contact, I hit the number, but as soon as I did, my doorbell sounded. Ending the call before it could connect, I sat up.

Girl looked up at me from her toys as if she was sayingAin’t you gone answer that nigga?Standing from the bed, I popped my back, put the blunt on the ashtray on my nightstand, and scooped Girl from the floor. As she was hoisted in the air, she dropped the doll and scooped up the bottle. The Doc knew what the fuck he was talking about because she preferred to drink the bottle fifty percent of the day and the other half she wanted food. We’d ate so much Pluck it that I felt like I was turning into a fucking chicken.

Knowing the visitor wasn’t my brother, I opened the top drawer of my chest of drawers and pulled out one of my guns. My brother and I had just gotten off the phone right before I smoked. I’d been on FaceTime with him and my nephews as I took my braids down, and by the time we hung up, I was halfway done with my braids and feening for a blunt. I still had half a head to go, so once I squared this visitor away, I would feed myself and Girl and finish my hair. Making sure the safety was off, I tucked the gun as Girl’s big ass eyes watched my every move.

“You bet not touch it either,” I gave her a look as I adjusted her on my waist. Her lil ass loved to be held. If I hadn’t been smoking, she would have been in my arms. But, she didn’t need to be inhaling all that damn smoke. Now that I think about it, it was probably why she was sleeping so much the first day. Her ass was high. That was just a theory, though.

Checking the cameras on my phone, I halted my steps, seeing the person on my doorstep’s shapely body, high heels, and long black hair.

“What the fuck she want?” I grunted with a frown on my face.

Girl looked down at the image on the camera, eyed me, and then stuck her bottle in her mouth. I didn’t know how she liked that nasty ass milk. I’d tasted it trying to make sure I had the formula right and it was bitter as fuck. It also gave her the worst fucking shitty diapers. I’d just had to put her ass in the bath two hours ago because she’d shitted up her back. Now that she was all clean in the Gucci dress her uncle bought her, I was praying like hell she didn’t do that nasty shit again. Changing a diaper blind was one thing; changing adiarrheadiaper blind was another. I had so much fucking dookey on my fingers it was ridiculous.

Walking through my home, I kicked the walker that Girl had used to run over my feet many times out of the way, and since my floors were slick, it dramatically flew across the entryway.

Snatching the door open, I didn’t bother to fix my face as I peered down at the last motherfucker that should have been on my doorstep. Her heels clacked as she faced me, and even her beauty didn’t get me to drop the frown. I didn’t fuck with this lady at all.

“What do you want?” I spat.

Her head drew back and she clutched her invisible pearls like I’d pulled the gun out and pointed it at those expensive ass heels on her feet and made her do a praise dance as she dodged bullets.

“Is that how you talk to your mother?”

“I was about to say what thefuckdo you want but, since you had the decency to trap my daddy with twin boys, I figured I owed you a better greeting.”

Rubbing her glossed lips together, I saw that she had dimples, a feature that my brother and I did not have. I was glad about it too. Bad enough that we were light-skinned. We didn’t need no more of her pretty ass features. We’d had to beat so much ass growing up for niggas thinking Shit was sweet because we had soft features. Them niggas thought light skinned and pretty hair meant we were pussy until we proved that shit wrong.

“Is that what your grandmother told you?” she queried while shifting her eyes from me to Girl in a questioning manner.

“She told you I trapped your father?”

“Uh, yeah. Among other things.”

Melissa Bendetti rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“As the days go on, I’m starting to regret I left my children in her care. She’s a fucking nuisance.” Melissa’s orbs landed on Girl again who was looking her all upside her fucking head. That made me grin.

“Joanna ain’t who you want to fuck with. You know you can’t take her even with the Italian mob behind you, love. You already on her shit list. Just in case you were wondering, yes, she blames you for her business being burnt to the ground, and no, handing Titan over ain’t give you no brownie points.”

Her eyes remained on Girl.

“The mob is not behind me, son. I left them twenty-six years ago and have not looked back. Who is this cutie?”

Her calling girl cute had my lips turning up more. I wasn’t supposed to be smiling, especially not in Melissa’s presence. She was the opp. The enemy. I didn’t fuck with my mother at all. I didn’t have no fucking mommy issues either. I respected women even though I hadn’t found one worthy of settling down with. My grandmother would have my ass if I’d been out her dogging girls. I fucked and moved around but I treated them as a human being.

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