Page 10 of Walk Thru The Fire

Just like I knew he would, Buck was ready for whatever. He told me to follow him to his house. That’s where we were now, with Kilo on the line.

“Nah, he can keep the bitch,” I snapped. I wasn’t about to give them my money to ride off in the fuckin’ sunset.

“What if she ain’t wit’ him willingly?” Kilo chimed in. I stared at the phone as if he could see my face.

“She was at my house. That nigga don’t know where I lay my head. So, if she’s with that nigga, she went willingly.” I frowned.

“What if she didn’t, though?” he countered, again.

“Listen, you know I fuck wit’ Kash. Before I knew you was fuckin’ on my manager, I looked at her as family. Do you really think she would’ve left like that without reason?” I squinted at Buck like he’d lost his mind.

“Nigga get a bitch and now he’s Dr. Phil. You know if Nic pulled some shit like this, not only would you say fuck her, but you’d torture her ass once you got close enough, so shut the fuck up talking to me on some kumbaya shit.” I snapped, because he was really pissing me off.

“Oh, shit. Jackson fell in love,” I heard Kilo’s amused voice flow through the speakers.

“Aww, the baby in love.” Buck tried pinching my cheek, but I slapped his hand out the way.

“Fuck y’all. I’m out.”

I got up and left them to talk about whatever they felt the need to. Nic and Benny were asleep, so I didn’t bother them. Hopping on my bike, I left my stupid ass brothers and went to the only place I knew I could get some answers without being judged.

***

“Ma, this shit hurts,” I vented to my mama. I knew I could talk to her and not worry about looking soft. I was her baby, so I knew she would listen.

“I know, baby. I had my reservations about Kasha because she was older and a mother, but I saw the way the two of you looked at each other. It hurts because those are natural feelings that you were prone to have. I honestly don’t think she left on ill-intent. Especially with her son. Something may very well be wrong.” I listened to my mama, but I didn’t want to hear what she had to say either. I had Kasha and Jace at my spot so I could keep an eye on them. That was the safest place for them to be.

“Ma, that would make more sense if she wasn’t at my place. That nigga wasn’t a threat to me or her for that matter, as long as she was in my care. For all I know she plotting with that nigga, so she need to face whatever consequences with him.”

She shook her head.

“You’re more like Lincoln that you care to admit. Just be careful, baby.”

I stayed a little longer before I left and went home. Not before hitting up Rein. I had some aggression to get off my chest, and she was the perfect distraction to do so.

***

“I was surprised when you hit me up. I haven’t heard from you in a few days.” I let my eyes roam over Rein’s thick frame as she sauntered inside of my house. It’s true, I had been avoiding her because this shit with Kasha was weighing on me heavily. I had to push that shit aside though because I needed to relieve some of this stress and I knew Rein’s fine ass would be able to help with that.

“Had some shit going on. You sound like you miss a nigga.”

“Maybe I did,” she flirted, rubbing her hand down my bare chest. Taking her hand, I backpedaled until I reached the couch and flopped down.

“Come show me then.”

I watched through hooded lids as she descended to her knees. She maintained eye contact the entire time as she fished my hard dick out of my basketball shorts. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as I felt her warm, slick tongue glide along my hardened shaft.

“Ssss.” I sucked in a breath as I felt her take me into her mouth and suck me up with precision. The shit was feeling so good, Ialmost didn’t hear my phone ringing. I started to ignore the shit but whoever it was, wasn’t letting up.

“Don’t stop,” I coached as I answered the phone without looking to see who it was.

“Jackson.” I heard Kasha’s mama voice sniff through the phone. That prompted me to pop my eyes open and sit up, tapping Rein in the process.

“Watch out,” I told Rein before directing the conversation to Mrs. Janice. “Mrs. Janice? What’s wrong?” Something told me this wasn’t a social call by the sound of her voice. My heart was pounding out of my chest waiting for her to respond to me.

“Jackson, Kasha is in the hospital.” She sniffed. “I got a call stating that she was brought in unconscious. Jace gave them my name to confirm her emergency contact. She’s in WoodHaven.” I heard her crying, and I was conflicted. I didn’t know what to do.

“Is that Stacks?” I heard Jace in the background. His grandmother confirmed it was me and the next voice I heard was his.

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