Page 41 of Absolute Fulfillment
“And is. I missed him. Even though he technically didn’t give me much room to do so. The man sent me about fifteen recipes, called me several times, and texted me more times than I can count. Somehow I’m ju?—”
“If it ain’t my baby mama,” I heard from behind me and I froze momentarily. I hadn’t heard from him since the last time he reached out. I figured he’d found somebody else to bother.
When I turned around he was glaring at me, then his eyes went down to my son who clung to my leg.
His eyes were on Adonis for a while, then I turned and purposely blocked his view. I didn’t like the way he was looking at my baby.
“Bitch, you can have that lil boy. Especially since you sent ol’ boy after me.”
I was taken aback and lowkey confused. It didn’t take a rocket scientist for me to think about who I probably sent after him, the only man in my life I had ready to handle shit was Rennix.
“Who I send after you?” Yep, I still played confused.
“You know who. It’s cool though. I heard he got what was coming to him. See you around, bitch.” Then he turned to walk off like it was that simple.
Those words of his had me throwing the can of enchilada sauce at him. I had impeccable aim so I cracked him upside his skull before he could turn the corner. I had to calm myself though, because even though I was mad, I had my baby with me and it was never acceptable for me to let Adonis see my temper flaring.
“Caya!” I heard Harlem screaming my name through my AirPods. Sometimes… shit, most times my anger gave me tunnel vision.
“Yeah. I’m here, Harlem. Stop screaming, girl.”
“Don’t girl me. I was worried and seconds from calling Kinga. I told you he said he’d handle him for you whenever you said the word.” Apparently she had heard the exchange.
I waved it off. “Apparently somebody already has. Let me call you right back, girl.” I rushed her off the phone and focused on my son who was now pulling at my pants and hitting my leg.
“Yes, Adonis?”
“Why you hit that man with a can?”
I just looked at his little innocent face. He was truly confused, while it dawned on me that my baby didn’t even recognize Syke’s stupid ass.
“Because he was rude, now let’s go get the rest of the stuff for dinner and head home.” I grabbed his hand and pushed the cart in the direction of the can I threw. I still needed it. Once I picked it up, I went to get the last few things Harlem noted and checked out.
When we arrived home, I could hear the TV in the living room as we walked in through the garage. I was expecting him to be asleep, but he walked his hardheaded ass into the kitchen like nothing was wrong. Then, to make matters worse, he tried to grab the bags from me. I swatted him away and moved around him to set the food on the counter.
“Shouldn’t you be sitting down?”
“I been sitting down all fucking day.” He ducked his head and kissed the side of my face.
“Well. That’s called healing,” I retorted.
“Rennix, look. I got us some cookies before Mommy hit a man in the head with a can.”
The moment my son said that shit, Rennix cut his eyes in my direction momentarily before his attention went back to Adonis. “Damn, you did? That’s what I’m talking about, Lil G. What are we gonna watch while we eat them?”
Adonis shrugged. “I don’t know. I gotta go charge my tablet and then I’ll be right back.” Adonis snatched his backpack from where he’d thrown it on the floor and took off to his bedroom.
I could feel Rennix’s eyes the moment Adonis was upstairs out of earshot. “You hit somebody in the head with a can?” He couldn’t help himself.
“You went to see Syke?” I turned and those usually heavy, wide eyes were tight.
“Why the fuc— Oh yeah, I went to see his bitch ass. Why?”
“Because he said something to me in the store. Then he said he heard you got what was coming to you, so I cracked his ass in the head with the can.”
He just looked at me for a minute, his eyes scanning me. “So his bitch ass said something to you?”
“Did you hear anything I said? Yes, he said something about you.”
