Page 59 of Juice

“My mama got it.”

Reaching in his pocket Julius pulled out a stack and held it out to Jude. Put this on it.”

“Oh, we cooking now.” Tito joked and pulled his own stack out. “Don’t go crying to ya mama when I spank that ass.”

“Don’t go crying to yo mama.” Jude retorted, making everybody laugh. The shit that came out of his mouth at times should’ve surprised me, but it didn’t. His ass stayed picking up on Julius’s lingo.

Julius looked at me and shook his head. “Boy talking big shit and done already asked them folks to put the bumper up. Now I gotta beat these niggas ass ‘cause can’t neither of y’all bowl worth shit.”

Flipping his ass off I grinned. “Get off my baby. Come on Jude let’s run they pockets.”

Our lil challenge was out the door when Tito rolled his very first strike. Bumpers up and all my baby couldn’t bowl a strike for nothing. My nails were long which made it uncomfortable as hell for me to stuff my fingers in them lil ass holes. Julius talked shit about me and Jude the whole time and pretty much led the score board for us.

After getting our ass beat not once but thrice, we decided to give up on bowling and enjoy the arcade games. At least we did until Jude was ready to eat. Julius and I were getting along. Surprisingly, but we were. Today kind of felt like old times. The three of us sat at the table and talked about what we were doing for Jude’s upcoming birthday.

Jude wanted to throw him a party at the house, but my baby had other plans. Plans that would have me and his father in the same vicinity for at least a week.

Toting a sleeping Jude out of Andretti’s, Julius followed me to my truck so he could get Jude’s things. Before he fell asleep my baby told his daddy he wanted to go home with him. That worked out for me ‘cause I had plans to pull up on Dip later.

Handing Julius the book bag I queried. “You gone bring him home tomorrow or I need to come get him?”

“It’s whatever you prefer. We ain’t gone be doing shit but kicking it around the crib.”

“I’ll just swing through and get him before I go home.”

Pitching a tent with his eyebrows he asked. “Fuck you going?”

“To mind my business.”

“Must be going to see one of yo niggas.”

“Umph.” I tsked and hopped in my truck. “Nawl I’m going to see one of yo niggas.”

Perching his body between my car door Julius adjusted Jude in his arms. “Why you be fucking with me Nariah? Like you don’t know how I give it up. Like you ain’t worried ‘bout me knocking one of them niggas over the head.”

Leaning back in my seat I dropped my phone in the cup holder. “Why you clocking me like I belong to you?”

“Cause you fucking do. And even when you think we done just know we not. I’m letting you get that shit out ya system ‘cause I know I fucked up. But Nariah don’t get beside ya self. ‘Cause if I really wanted to, I could end all that shit.”

“And now you talking crazy.” Reaching for the handle I tried to shut the door, but Julius bumped it back opened.

“Tell me you don’t miss me.”

“I’on miss you. Now what?”

“You a muthafucking lie.” He snorted, making me roll eyes. “You miss the way I used to tear that pussy up huh.”

I shifted in my seat. Cause yes… yes, I did. Julius had some good dick. I mean the type of dick that’ll have you holding that nigga down while he did a bid. Instead of telling his ass the truth I flexed. “Nope.” I stressed, putting emphasis on the p.

“Yeah aight.” He chuckled. “Can I have a kiss?”

“You ain’t never thought.”

“Aye Tito. Come get Juju for me real quick.”

“Julius.” I whined already seeing where this shit was about to go.

“Hold up.” Julius handed Jude to Tito and focused his attention back on me. “Give me a kiss Nariah.”

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