Page 50 of Our Mother's sons: Jovani Bendetti

Taking a step in front of him, I leaned in so that he could hear me clearly.

“I’m fucking a rich nigga now. And he adopted your daughter,” looking down, his lap was soiled.

“Pissy ass.”

Standing, I gave my man the nod, and he let off his rounds into Dutton’s body.

We left the house, hopped in the truck, and headed to the hangar.

“Aye, I forgot to tell y’all I don’t do roller coasters.”

“So you’ll kill people, but you’re scared of a ride?” I teased.

Melissa bumped his shoulder.

“You’re your mother’s son for sure. I like to keep my feet planted on the ground as well. But for my grandbabies I’ll suck it up.”

When my phone rang, I opened my purse, which I’d left in the truck. Seeing it was a call from Atlantis’ iPad, I nearly broke my finger to answer.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I cooed.

I could only see the top of my baby’s curls. She was still learning to hold the iPad correctly.

“Yemon drop! Bish!”

Melissa and Jovani snickered, and I cut my eyes at them. They’d fucked Atlantis Bendetti up for sure. Potty mouth ass.

The End!

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

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