Page 2 of Our Mother's Sons

Grunting, Deuce cleared the path to allow entry. Walking in the warehouse, I immediately spotted twin. My brother and I have had this place for the last three years. This is where we stashed all of our dope, money, and guns. Outside of us, Deuce was the only one to know the location of it. That nigga was one step away from heart failure, but he was loyal and one of the best shooters I knew. I didn’t know what the fuck was in all the fried meat that he ate but his killing IQ should have been studied. I fucked with his wide ass.

Sounds of money machines greeted me as Deuce walked on my heels while I inched further into the warehouse. My brother was off to the side at a table with piles of money, and seeing that they were already rubber-banned, let me know he’d done all the hard work. Thank God. I still had a headache a lil bit and all I wanted to do was lay the fuck down. Hopefully this greasy ass chicken would help overcome the mini hangover.

“So the chicken house was more important than this shit here?” My brother spread his arms wide.

“I bet yo ass about to eat this chicken too.”

Sitting the food and drinks down, I could feel Deuce standing over my shoulder. Turning my head, my top lip folded up over my nose.

“Damn nigga you about to get yo food! Back the fuck up!”

Deuce was used to me getting on his ass so instead of backing up he replied with, “You didn’t get all that seasoning on my fries did you?”

“Nigga no! I don’t know why you think a lil seasoning gone spike your already high ass blood pressure. It’s all the dead animals your ass consume you should be concerned about.”

“Says the nigga that stopped at Pluck it in the rain.”

“Sho in the pluck did.”

“Von!”

My brother broke up our banter. Deuce grabbed his food and would have eaten all five plates if I let him.

“You know we got a lot of shit going on. You got to fucking grow up and get responsible. One minute late could be-”

“Could be the difference between life and death. Jail time or freedom. I know the whole spill. That shit been etched in my brain since we knew what a piece of dope was. I just got caught up and figured since I was already late, I may as well get us some fucking food. You’re welcome.”

I handed Deuce two of the drinks and food trays and his ass skipped off like a sissy on lockdown. I will never understand his obsession with food. If I ever got that big, I was killing myself. No cap.

Leaving the other drink and food in the bag, I grabbed me and my twin’s and sat beside him. The money piled in front of us was nasty as fuck and we shouldn’t have been eating nowhere near it but at the moment, my tummy didn’t give a fuck about all that.

“You know I don’t be trying to parent you and shit right?” My brother paused on wrapping up the last stack of hundreds to look me square in the eye. Some days it still tripped me the fuck out that it was another me walking around this bitch. We’d been the same person for twenty-six years, but that was still astonishing. Then to know this nigga had mini Us walking around turning us into quadruplets was even crazier.

“I know you just a controlling ass nigga. You know I’an even tripping off that shit. One of us gotta be the responsible one. If we was both hot heads this shit wouldn’t balance out right,” I smiled. I’d always been the fuck up twin and I felt no way about that shit. I was the baby. I was supposed to keep everybody on their toes. It would be boring as fuck around this bitch if I didn’t. The fact that my nephew Jason was coming just like me made my chest swell with pride, knowing he would keep it going.

My brother searched my eyes to see if I fully understood him and when his ass got what he was looking for he visibly relaxed and added the money to the pile.

“Come on, I need to wash my hands. I’m not about to eat at the money table.”

I followed my brother to the far end of the warehouse in a space we reserved for eating. It had a kitchen, counters, and a microwave. Shit was something like a break room. Once our hands were washed, we sat at the table, said grace, and dug in. Opening my container, my mouth watered at the sight of the fifteen wings, and soggy ass heavily seasoned fries. Fluff had even given me five ranch cups. Shit maybe I would give her the dick.

My brother knew I didn’t like to talk while eating, so he let me finish my fifteen pieces before he started back up. Usually I would be aggravated as fuck about discussing some shit while being hung over but, the stress lines on my brother’s forehead were warranted. Tony was one sick motherfucker and I was glad that we’d killed his ass. I wished I could bring that muhfucka back earthside and destroy his ass again because he was the reason why I ended my night sick as a dog and without a nut. Them other muhfuckas better had been glad they came to us not wanting to be apart of that bullshit or their asses would have been right in hell with Tony.

Even though Tony was gone, and so was Titan and Pj’s hoe ass, we still had some unresolved shit lingering. My brother and I had done well in the streets, never to accumulate beef. At least not no serious shit. With all this going on I couldn’t help but to end up at the titty club last night and the night before it and that was also why I ended the first night with some pretty ass titties in my mouth. I needed to celebrate lives lost, lives found and I also needed to take the edge off from the anxiety of what was to come. I’d gone a little bit too hard, though.

“That was some wild ass shit,” my brother sighed.

“No cap.”

“They really selling fucking people. I lowkey thought Tony was talking shit in the beginning.”

“That nigga was ‘bout what the fuck he was rappin’ bout. He was dead ass serious. I bet if he’d known his other buddies weren’t fully with the shit, he wouldn’t have never brought all of us on to that shit. That’s why you gotta keep your circle tight and mind sober. Tony, trying to pull all of us in on his money scheme, was ultimately his demise.” I shook my head while dipping a flat into ranch.

Jeo’s eyes turned into slits as he glared at me.

“Says the nigga that got drunk and high last night and took home some random ass. Nigga I know you not talking about remaining sober. Shit, you high now.”

“Oh since you a daddy now you above getting high? I smoke weed. Them niggas are coke heads and had he still been alive I have no doubt Tony would have turned into a crack head.”

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