Page 72 of Ony If It's You
He managed to get away from me and crawl back up the bed, so I stood up.
“Aight, I’ll be back. Si hold the girls down while I’m gone.” I winked and kissed his mother one last time.
“I’m the man of the house while you’re gone?”
“Yep, so make sure shit straight in this mothafucka for me, aight?”
“Javyous, don’t talk to him like that.”
“Chill, baby, this is man talk.”
“Yeah, Mommy,” Si agreed. “I’m a man.”
We both laughed while Lani rolled her eyes. I dapped him up, then bounced, careful not to wake Jocey because she would have been worse than her mother trying to get a nigga to stay and I probably would have really caved with her. She wasn’t biologically mine, but she was my little princess and had me wrapped around her little ass finger.
The ride to the Local Cue wasn’t long. It was about twenty minutes from the crib, so I got there quickly. I called my pops on the ride over because he had hit me with the details on myupcoming fight. I hadn’t really been speaking to him since the last incident in Vegas, but I knew that I had to talk to him eventually considering that he was my promoter.
“Gotdamn nigga, it took you long enough,” Dominique complained when I sat beside him at the bar.
“Had to make sure my family was good before I bounced nigga, shut yo’ ass up.”
I waved the waiter over and asked for a water and the balls for a table. Dominique and I normally met here at least once a week if I was home so that we could catch up. He was normally busy running the streets and I was on the road, but he had been having more and more free time lately. I was sure that it had something to do with the fact that he had been spending all of his free time with Celeste, but I planned to pick his brain about it while we were together.
“Ol’ Cliff Huxtable ass nigga,” he joked as we made our way to the table. I’d won the last time that we were here, so it was his turn to set the balls up.
“You’re one to talk, nigga,” I clapped back and grinned when his eyes met mine. “Yeah, mothafucka, you been sniffing around Celeste’s ass since we met them.”
He waved me off. “Fuck out of here. She the homie. Go.”
He had the balls set up, so I leaned over to break.
“Yeah, aight, you do know her and my wife are best friends, right?”
“And?” He frowned.
“And she tells her everything, so I know what yo’ ass be really doing.” I grinned. I missed my last shot, so it was his go. He mugged me all the way to the spot he wanted to hit from.
“So, what you be doing? Sitting around gossiping with them like a hoe?”
“No, man.” I laughed. “I can’t help that I overhear shit.”
“Yeah, aight, your bitch ass be eavesdropping.”
He finally took his shot and missed horribly. I had been playing pool since Nique and I were jits. His pops had a pool table in the house, so I was always practicing, Nique on the other hand was always outside in the streets, so he wasn’t as skilled as I was. That didn’t stop him from wanting to come here every week and get his ass kicked.
“Don’t be mad at me, man.”
“Anyways, you talked to Unc?” he asked, about to take a shot on the table since I missed.
“Briefly,” I replied before taking a drink from my water. “I finally called him back because I got a fight coming up. Why?”
“I don’t know, Celeste was telling me about them running into him in Vegas. She said the nigga was being weird to them or some shit.”
“Weird?” I frowned. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know really, she just said he was staring or some shit. You know how he is when he sees fine bitches and shit.”
“Well he couldn’t have been looking at mine then because she ain’t no bitch,” I replied, side eyeing him before I took my shot at the eight ball.
