Page 62 of Pieces of Us

I looked in the rearview, seeing his silver Silverado tailing me.

“My bad. I’m still kind of off from last night.”

“Yooo, last night was like that.”

It truly was. After dropping Megan and Shelby off, the rest of us hit the town and went dancing. Well, the ladies did all the dancing, while me and Loon chilled and had drinks. Morgan blew mind when she got on the dance floor and started shaking her ass. I had never known her to dance, especially not as good as she did last night. My shorty was throwing that ass like she created that shit. So much so, I had that ass up in the air as soon as we crossed my threshold. Little Morgan wasn’t little no more. My baby was Big Morgan now. Just thinking about her tight, wet pussy had me ready to say fuck this cake and go eat hers. I shook from my thoughts as I tuned back into the conversation.

“Tell me about it. I can’t party like I used to, but Mo did her big one.”

“Fa sho. Who knew Lil Jesus had it in her?”

We both laughed.

“Chill on my girl, nigga.”

“Aw shit. I forgot how sick in love you was with her. I see you about to start acting funny and shit now that you got her and your shorty back. That’s why your funny looking ass driving yourself around and shit.”

“Yo, fuck you, man.”

“Nah, but that Rollie she gifted you was dope.”

“It was. I never thought to buy me one, but now, I need me a few of them shits.”

“Late ass nigga. And Shani gon’ make me fuck her ass up if she keeps playing with me.”

I laughed. “Loon, leave my fucking cousin alone, man.”

“Nah, G. I need that.”

“Fuck my people look like dating a criminal when she’s a whole defense attorney?”

He laughed. “Perfect balance, my nigga. I do a crime, and she gets me off. Simple.”

“So, you basically saying you trying to use her?”

“Aye, chill with that. I’m licensed to kill, my guy. You know I been feeling Shanise since before I started cutting up in these streets.”

“Yeah, whatever, bum.”

“Where the fuck is we going, anyway?”

“You know it’s your niece’s birthday. She’s having a pool party at the house, so I’m on cake duty.”

“Aw, damn. How the fuck I forget that quick? I ain’t used to you saying my niece. I gotta get her a gift or something.”

“I know, man. Shit sounds foreign to me too sometimes, but she’s mine no doubt.”

“I’m happy for you, G. Shits gon’ work out between you and Mo Boog. It always does.”

“Thanks, brodie. I receive that. I’m just ready for her to be released from that clown ass nigga she roped herself into a marriage with. That nigga gon’ make me come see him next.”

“You want me to handle it?”

“Nah…not yet. I’ma let the shit play out. We’ll see if he needs a little reinforcement soon enough.”

“Facts.”

I pulled into the parking lot of the bakery and stepped out. Loon followed me as we walked inside of the bakery. There were a few people inside getting serviced as we waited in line behind a dude and his girl. I took out my phone to retrieve the order number when my ears tuned in to the couple in front of us. I wasn’t trying to be in their business, but their conversation caught my attention.

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