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I smirked. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“What did Bryson say when you went to see him, baby?” Kenya asked before eating a forkful of her food. “Did you ask him and his friends about being in the wedding too?”

I nodded, eating some of my food myself since baby girl damn near ate all of my shit.

“He tried blankin’ on me about the badge, talking about he ain’t twelve.”

“He got that from you.” Big Ma shook her head. “He’s too young to dislike the police.”

“Naw, he old enough to know what’s real,” I defended. “Can’t help that I’m an influential nigga, Big Ma.” I grinned. “You raised me like this.”

“I did the best that I could with what I had. You turned out to be alright in the long run.” She laughed.

“Word.” I agreed. “Bagged the finest woman in the city and knocked her up.” I winked at Kenya. “Now I’m lockin’ her downofficially. You did ya big one with ya boy if you ask me, Big Ma.”

“I’m proud of you, Chezzy.” My grandmother smiled at me then looked toward Kenya. “And you too. Lord knows you two came a long way.”

“Facts, she was givin’ a nigga a hard time at first, Big Ma. Almost missed out on her blessin’.”

“Oh, you were the blessing?” Kenya laughed and asked with raised brows.

“Of course.” I grinned. “You can’t even imagine what life would be like without me.”

“I can’t argue with that.” She smiled. “Youaremy life.”

“Same.” I agreed. “Ain’t no life for me without Kenya Dailey.”

She blushed and went back to eating her food. Kenya was legit my baby though and a nigga didn’t even want to imagine what shit would be like if I ain’t have her. I was around hoes all the time with me doing video shoots, concerts, club appearances, recording sessions and shit, but none of themmattered. All I thought about was her. No woman could compare to mine. Bitches could try all they wanted to; they would never be her and that’s what kept a nigga coming home. That’s what had me taking PJ’s in the middle of tours just to lay up with her ass for a few hours. Had me skipping meet and greets, issuing refunds, because I was closed up in my dressing room with her ass bent over the chair because she looked and smelled too fuckin’ good for me to resist.

We finished up dinner then Big Ma retired to her room so that she could shower and watch them dumb ass T.V. show’s she liked while we went up to get Nai ready for bed. Kenya and I bathed her and read her a bedtime story before going to our room where we showered together then climbed in bed. It was still early in the evening, but I ain’t care. I wanted to lay up with her pretty ass.

“I like when you come home early.” She said as she laid on my chest running the tip of her finger up and down my stomach.

“Me too.” I agreed. “Give me more time to eat yo’ pussy.”

“Sanchez.” She giggled.

“What?” I smiled. “I’m dead ass. I be horny as fuck when I be thinkin’ about you and shit.”

“I know,” she looked up at me, smiling. “I’m glad you come to me when you’re feeling like that.”

“Who the fuck else I’m gon’ go to?” I glanced down at her and she shrugged.

“Niggas cheat all the time.”

“I ain’t them niggas,” I countered. “I’myo’nigga, and if I want to fuck or eat some pussy, I’m gon’ come fuck you and eat yours.” I gently slid from under her and got down between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs up to the of her freshly waxed pussy, then slithering my tongue between her folds. “No bitch pussy better than mine.” I mumbled. “You hear me?”

“Yes.” She simpered as her small hand slid behind my head. I flickered my tongued over her clit for a second before licking around the opening then plunging my tongue inside. She came in no time, allowing her essence to spill onto my face and beard.

“Never risking this shit for nobody,” I stated lowly. “Ever.”

I wasn’t just talking about the pussy either. I wouldn’t risk what we had period for anything. I was laying downanybodythat tried to come between us.

And that was on the biggest General.

CHAPTER TWO

Kenya Armani.

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