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Sighing, I knew she went over there because she was sick of me ignoring her. I couldn’t deal with this shit right now, though. I had someone watching that house, so they’d be fine until this shit was over with.

“Aight. I got some shit to handle but I’ll come get y’all when I’m done, aight?”

“Aight.”

I hung up with Jace and sent Kasha a text.

I see you still running.

Kasha: Not Delivered

I couldn’t do shit but laugh because this girl really blocked me. She could have that though because after I handle that bitch ass baby daddy of hers, I was gone show her who slung dick ’round this muthafucka.

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Chapter Fourteen

Gator

“Lance Borders?” I looked at the phone to see who was calling me from Wood Haven. It was a man on the other end, but I couldn’t catch his voice.

“Who the fuck is this?” I barked.

“Aye, I’on go back and forth with my fuckin’ wife so I damn sure ain’t about to do the shit with some nigga. Is this the nigga or not?”

“When you wanna tell me who the fuck this is, then we can talk, nigga.” I was about to hang up, but his words knocked the breath out of me, and I couldn’t do shit.

“Well, I guess I’ll just throw ya mama in the unclaimed pile and toss her ass in the incinerator wit’ the rest of these muthafuckas.”

“What you say about my mama?” I croaked out.

“Oh, so this is the nigga?” he taunted. “This is Knas Richmond, and we got a call to pick ya mama up and bring her here to the funeral home. I was calling you as a courtesy, but I see you can’t be nice to niggas no more.”

My mama was dead?

“Wait. You got my mama at your funeral home? She’s dead?”

“Look, I need you need to get here and identify her body,” he stated, clearly annoyed.

“How did my mama die?” I had to know.

“Coroner said it was a heart attack.”

“Aight. I’m on the way.” He didn’t even give me a chance to finish my sentence before he hung up on me. Hopping up, I went upstairs to get Bull.

“Aye!” I yelled, banging on the door. “Aye!”

Bull snatched the door open with a scowl on his face. “Damn nigga. The fuck wrong with you.”

“It’s Ma. I got a call from that Knas nigga. He said they got a call to pick up her up.”

“Knas?” he quizzed. “The RCF nigga?” I nodded. “Ma dead?” he croaked?

“That’s what he said. I gotta go identify the body.” That shit didn’t even sound good coming out my mouth.

“Go get dressed,” he instructed her when she came to the door. “Give me a minute. I’ll be ready.” He shut the door, leaving me standing there.

This shit couldn’t be happening. My mama couldn’t be dead.

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