Page 2 of Walk Thru The Fire

“Wassup, sis?” I spoke to Nic as I took Benny from her. “Wassup, nephew? You good? They feeding you and shit?” He grinned, showing them bald ass gums like he understood what I was saying.

“Don’t bring yo’ ass in here like we be neglecting our son. Matter fact, let’s go.” Buck came and took Benny from my arms, but not before I kissed his cheeks. I shoved Buck’s dumb ass as soon as his hands were full.

“Goldie, I’ll be back after I deal with this nigga. I gotta stop by Linc’s and Vault before I head back. Hit me up if y’all need me, okay?” I watched as my brother made sure his lady and kid were straight before we left. It was weird seeing him in this element because, for as long as I could remember, he didn’t give a fuck about these hoes, thanks to Joi. One encounter with Nic changed all that.

“Aight, Goldie. I’ll see you later.” I smirked because Buck hated when I called his girl by the nickname he gave her.

“Make me fuck you up, Jackson.” He threatened.

“Kiss my ass, Lincoln, and bring yours.” We walked to his garage so we could get in his truck. He knew I was on my bike, so I would park it in his garage until I got back.

“Where this nigga mama stay?” he asked once we pulled out of his driveway.

“Wood Haven.”

“Nig—Wood Haven? Bruh, that’s a whole hour and a half from here.” He frowned.

“And? You act like we gotta leave the state.” I shrugged.

“I ain’t wanna be taking no damn field trips either,” he fussed.

“You’ll be alright.” I laughed because this nigga was really mad.

“Stop fucking talking to me before I knock ya teeth out and tell mama you got jumped.”

“Then what you think gone happen to you if I got jumped on your watch and not do shit?”

“I’ll tell her I was in the store and the niggas were gone when I came out.” He smirked because he knew he could talk his self out of anything dealing with our mama.

“You ain’t shit.”

We rode to the sounds of Yung Bleu’s ‘Playing With Your Feelings’ flowing through the speakers. This seemed to be my theme song right now, just in reverse. A call came through disrupting the song, and it was Kilo.

“Wassup, bro?” Buck answered.

“Shit. You out?”

“Yeah. I’m with yo’ crybaby ass brother. Nigga over there looking like he ’bout to cry and shit.” He laughed at my expense.

“Fuck outta here. Ain’t nobody crying,” I snarled.

“Not right now.” he smirked.

“Fuck you. Aye, what’s good, bro?” I diverted my conversation to Kilo since Buck wanted to be a bitch.

“I was just calling to check in. Where y’all headed?”

“’Bout to pop up on that fuck nigga’s mama. If she ain’t seen his ass, I’m more than positive that she talked to him.”

“Yeah, niggas always talking to their mamas. Look at Buck’s ass.” he joked.

“Fuck you. Don’t act like you ain’t talked to Mama today, or gone call when we get off the phone.”

“We ain’t talking about me, though.” We shared a laugh.

The conversation lasted until we were twenty minutes out. He let us know he needed to go holla at Mel before she left for the day, and we knew what that meant. When he first told us about the officer he was fucking, I thought he was on bullshit just to get special privileges, but he actually liked her. We hung up with Kilo after promising to keep him in the loop of everything.

The weather in Wood Haven was always nasty today, and that only made the situation worse.

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