Page 39 of Walk Thru The Fire

“Well, we’re done here. Son, make sure you go and see your mama. She wanted to pull up on you last night,” Pops said.

“I’m headed there when I leave here.”

“Shit, me too,” Buck stated as he stood.

“The fuck you going for?” I asked.

“Man, I know mama cooked for your black ass even though she cooked for this nigga last night and he got two desserts. Matter fact, I’m coming to your shit, too.” We could only shake our heads because wasn’t no reasoning with that nigga. His middle child syndrome was about to kick back in.

We all filed out of the conference room and headed outside.

“Damn, nigga. The fuck you get this?” Buck walked closer to my truck and examined it.

“Mel copped it before I got home.”

“Her mean ass good for something. Let me borrow it.”

“Nigga, don’t you have yo’ own shit?”

“Don’t worry ’bout what the fuck I got. I said let me borrow yo’ shit,” he explained.

“Man, y’all come on. You’ll be standing there arguing with that nigga all day,” Stacks laughed.

“Whatever. I hope it rains too, and I’ain giving yo’ stupid ass a ride either, bitch.”

“I’ll tell mama, too.” I shook my head because these two stayed going at it. Leaving them to their shit, I hopped in my truck and headed to my parent’s house. On the way, my phone rang, and it was Mel.

“Wassup, baby girl?” I answered for her.

“Why didn’t you wake me before you left?”

“I was tryna let you rest, baby. You know you needed it.” I smirked.

“Whatever.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Where you at?”

“Leaving a meeting with my brothers. I’m heading to my parent’s house to see my mama,” I informed. “What you got planned?”

“Nothing at the moment. I was gone hit up Nic and Kasha and see what they had going on. I know Kasha wanted to go get her nails and stuff done before the party.”

“Aight.” I nodded. “I don’t know how long I’ll be there, but if you leave, hit me up and let me know when you’re headed back. Aight?”

“Aight,” she mocked.

I talked to Mel until I pulled to my parent’s house. Stacks was already here, but Buck didn’t pull up until I got out the truck. I waited for him to park, and we walked inside together.

“You talked to Nic?” I asked as he walked up.

“Aye, check it. I’on know what you and yo’ brother on always asking ’bout my girl, but nigga, I’ll shoot yo’ big ass. I’ain asking you ’bout Cruella’s ass.”

“Man, what?” I laughed. “Nigga, you throwed. I asked about her because Mel said they might go get their nails and shit done before the party. Dumb ass.” I followed him inside the house and headed straight to the kitchen, where we found everyone.

“Nigga, how you beat us here?” Buck shoved Stacks once he got close.

“Keep ya hands off me. Ain’t my fault y’all niggas drive like some old ass granddaddies,” he joked.

“Fuck outta here,” Buck sneered.

“Lincoln! Don’t make me pop you in your mouth,” Mama chastised.

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