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“Being a father is hard work, and little boys don’t like doing shit that’s hard. Now when that kid makes it to the NBA and starts pulling in millions, the muthafucka gon’ def show up then. All the hard work is done at that point.”
I pondered on his words, understanding his logic. My mother had used the fact that my father never even met me as evidence to support her theory on me, so hearing Prime break it down in this manner made me see shit a little differently.
“My mama told me I wasn’t the type,” I finally professed. “She made some valid points though. Everybody around me, pre-Banks, is there because of something I provide them with. Ain’t always a bad thing, but it is what it is. Women especiallylike what it means to say they’ve fucked me or fucked with me, and what I could possibly do for ’em. Banks ain’t like that, so what reason would she have to be in love?”
“Ask her that when you tell her, young nigga.” He finished his drink as well. “Let me ask you this though. Why would a man as intelligent and stand up as you listen to a person who can’t get by without a bottle?”
I had nothing, so I just looked up at him since he’d ascended from the chair.
We left the room, and I went to the bathroom to freshen up some since I knew Banks would complain about the cigar smoke.
I ate another slice of pie while just chopping it up with the three St. Thomases, then Banks and I left.
“It wasn’t so bad, right?” she asked as she buckled up.
“It was actually good.” I whipped my car around the driveway to pull to the gate. “Yo’ pops is cool. Knowledgeable. He remind me of Sif.”
“Theyarefather and son.”
“I know, smart ass.” I shook my head with a smirk as she chuckled. “You looking like you trying to get into something.” I glanced her way briefly as I drove down the street, watching the palm trees sway in the breeze of the night.
“I am.” She put her phone to the side before reaching to unbuckle my jeans.
As she started to suck on the tip of my dick while I whipped the car, her phone buzzed. Zoning in on it while driving and experiencing Banks’s wet, warm mouth plus her soft hands toying with my balls, I did my best to see who was hitting her line.
When the contact name finally formed into Trayvon, I bobbed my head slightly, groaning some at the pleasure I was feeling as I made a mental note to handle him.
Trayvon: I miss you. I know you do too and don’t like that nigga keeping you from me.
Little nigga couldn’t say I didn’t warn him. He’d been extended more grace than most niggas since I wasn’t the type to operate off warnings and shit.
When you violated, I handled you. I didn’t have time to give grown ass men a talking to. Therefore, my next move would be warranted, and unfortunately for Trayvon, his inability to recognize a real threat was about to alter the life he’d planned out for himself.
“I’mgonna start bringing my own fucking drinks because this shit be too strong.” Kailey slurred as she lay beside me on the pool table.
We were both buzzed off whatever drink concoction Free had available. He’d had it placed in bottles so they couldn’t be tampered with, and whatever his mixologist had come up with was enough to knock someone out if they finished the bottle.
Kailey and I had only drunk half of the mixture aptly named L.A. Water, and I was already thinking deeply as Jhene Aiko crooned over the thick kickback.
Clearly, whatever woman Free was entertaining for the night had put on “To Love & Die,” because from coming to these parties, I’d learned that his choice of girl for the night always got music privileges.
“Right. How do these people party and drink this shit every weekend?” I asked, smiling as Low walked over, hovering above me before kissing my lips. “Mmm.” I moaned.
“West side, west side, by the way!” The party erupted in unison, singing along with Jhene repping our city.
“You be on some other shit when you got that liquor in you.” Low pecked me once more, tucking his lips in some as if he wanted to savor the taste as he drank me in visually.
“Hey, y’all.” An annoying but familiar voice rang out over the room, making both Kailey and I scoff.
I knew it was Gaia, and though I couldn’t stand her, this wasn’t my house nor my party. Free wasn’t my man either, so he could invite whomever he wanted, for now.
“What’s up, y’all?” Another woman’s voice followed behind Gaia’s, and I smirked with my eyes closed, realizing she’d brought reinforcements in case things went left like the last time I’d seen her thirsty ass.
Low was sure not to speak as the room clamored in response to her before continuing their conversations.
“Hi, Banks,” she just had to say to me. I was trying to be good, enjoy one of the rare nights I could actually drink. I was also becoming fed up with her and felt it was a better idea to ignore her because we just didn’t mesh, and I would end up fighting her ass. “Hello?” She pushed.
“Gaia, keep it moving,” Low intervened.
