Page 56 of Pieces of Us

Good.

I moved hurriedly over to him, putting his ass in a tight chokehold. Ol’ girl screamed and ran out of the room as Gio bucked against me. He had about a hundred pounds on me, but I had been taught early on how to squabble up. Cole wouldn’t have it any other way because we had to protect the women in our lives.

“Wha—Gah!” He tried to get out, but my grip was tight.

“Yeah, call on the Lord. You gon’ need Him to save ya ass from me killing you.”

I took my fist and pounded it on his big ass stomach twice then dropped him. His pants were at his ankles as he coughed profusely. He struggled for a good minute before I let him get up to fix himself. Once he was on his feet, he swung at me. I dodged it and hit him twice. He fell into his desk but quickly regained his footing and charged at me. Upon his approach, I grabbed him, flipping him on his back, giving him body shots.

“One. Two. Three…” I counted each hit. When I got to thirteen, I made sure I hit him directly in the mouth. Blood spilled from his lip as I stood upright, breathing heavily.

“You motherfucka!” He spat. “You will regret putting your hands on me!”

I smirked at him. “There he is. The real man beyond the pulpit.”

He struggled to his feet as he fixed himself, still groaning in pain.

“You don’t know my life. You don’t know anything about me, little nigga.”

“That’s funny. I said the same thing about you.”

“I know everything about you Newson niggas. Y’all think y’all hot shit, but ain’t nothing but hell raisers...poisoning your own people, taking their hard earned money—”

“Shut the fuck up.” My ears were starting to burn from the heat searing through me.

“You were the same motherfucka on the block doing the same exact shit. How can you help people renew their salvation when you in here getting your dick sucked by a woman who is a member of your congregation? Tell me that,pastor.”

He rubbed his jaw as he stared at me. I could see the evil man resting inside of him. This man was a false prophet, leading his flock to eternal damnation.

“You need to mind your business. Just because I have my demons to deal with, doesn’t mean I can’t lead someone to their salvation.”

I chuckled. “You’re fucking sick, man. I’ve always known it. You even had your wife and daughters fooled into believing you cared about them, yet you force them into marriages with fuck niggas who do the same shit you do. They just don’t claim to be holier than thou.”

“How’s your wife Diana?” He smirked at me as if he was waiting to call me out.

I laughed. “I don’t know how my ex-wife is doing, Luci. But fuck all of that. I have a good mind to kill your stupid ass, but I know what it’ll do to my girl. Even though she can’t stand your bitch ass, I know she doesn’t want to see you dead. You’re the worst type of nigga and should be ashamed of yourself for putting on that robe and claiming to be a man of God. There’s a special place in hell for niggas like you.”

“Fuck you. I should have turned your punk ass daddy in when I had the chance and made you and those bitches you call sisters orphans. You won’t get away with putting your hands on me.”

I moved my foot far back and kicked him in his shin like I was playing soccer. He almost fell before I grabbed him by his collar and looked him in the eyes.

“That evidence you think you have on my pops is long gone. And guess who got rid of it? The very woman you lay next to at night. I paid her a visit before I came here. I had to know why she allowed your potbelly ass to break up my happy home. Why she allowed you to keep my fucking daughter away from me.” I sneered, getting even more pissed. “And she told me that before Morgan and I even got together, she sat on a real nigga’s lap and had a good time. It was so good that she was consideringleaving you for him, and that’s why you’re mad. Glad she didn’t, though.”

I tossed him into the lounge chair that sat in the corner.

“I was going to let my pops handle you, but this shit was personal. I know why you didn’t want me with your daughter, but answer me one question, Lucifer. Why would you make my wife keep my daughter away from me? Huh?”

“You think I wanted some hoodlum with my daughter?” He whimpered. “The shit that your father was into would have killed her. My daughter was too good to be slumming with the likes of you niggas. I refused for her to be associated with you evildoers. You had already corrupted her; I wasn’t letting you do the same to my grandchild.”

“Do you know me, my nigga?”

“I do!”

“You don’t. You ran with my father. He put food in your punk ass mouth and kept you living lavishly. You decided to ‘follow the Lord,’ ran off with a million dollars of his money, opened a church, and kept a video tape of him killing someone as leverage if he ever decided to come for you. Little do you know, he spared you because of your wife and kids.

“My father may have made some mistakes, but his heart was good. He taught me and my sisters the right way and how not to follow in his footsteps. You don’t know me, motherfucka. But you should thank God, my mother, and your daughter that you’re being spared today.

“You allowed a fuck nigga to marry my wife, get her pregnant, and claim my seed as his own. Good thing Queenie showed me grace because I really want to wrap your belt around your neck and strangle you for that bullshit you pulled.”

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