Page 48 of Don't Kross Me
“Remember you told me ain’t shit free,” he recalled her words from the time she made him pay her for the hair cut she serviced him with.
“Yeah, but that was for you. Plus, I ain’t really fuck with you then ‘cause you kept having them young niggas fuck up my shop.”
A chortle escaped Kross as he stuffed the money into her Louis Vuitton tote bag. “Take the fucking money, Remedy,” he asserted, making it clear that she had no choice. “Buy something nice to put on for when I take you out.”
With nothing but confidence, he held the door open for her and allowed her to get into the car.
“Take me out?” She bumped her brows together as if she hadn’t heard him properly. In confirmation, he nodded his head, shocking her a bit. It was sad to admit, but she hadn’t been on a date in years, so him making plans prompted a wave of butterflies to flutter within her stomach.
“I wanna see you in all black. Make that happen for me.”
With nothing but swag and finesse, he made his way to his car and strapped Aniyis in before getting in himself. They ended up pulling off at the same time, Remedy heading home to scroll online for an idea of what black dress she needed to cop for their date, and Kross to his condo to put Aniyis into bed.
He decided to just keep his son for the night. He enjoyed the day with him too much to just drop him back off at Raq’s house. He knew he would hear his mother’s mouth about it the next morning, but he didn’t give a fuck. Once he arrived at the condo, he carried Aniyis out of the car and inside. After locking up behind him, he made a beeline straight to Aniyis’ room and laid him gently on his bed.
Instead of getting in bed himself, he decided to pack another bag for Aniyis to take to Raquel’s house. He knew if he didn’t do it now, he would forget. He packed a few more pajamas, boxers, and outfits for Aniyis to wear to his upcoming doctor appointments. As he reached up in the closet to grab another set of sweatpants for Aniyis, he ended up knocking down a box that was tucked behind the stack of pants that were folded up nicely. The box tumbled down and landed right at Kross’ feet. He crouched down to put it back, but once he read the words printed on the box, his face screwed up in sheer confusion.
In big bold letters, the box read:At Home DNA Paternity Test Kit
Kross could feel of rush of anger flow through his body as he clenched the DNA test in hand and averted his eyes over to Aniyis, who was sound asleep in bed. A sharp pain stabbed his heart as the thought of Aniyis not being his crossed his mind.
“What the fuck?”
Chapter Twenty
With his jaws clenched in anger, Kross sat parked outside the nursing home. When he pulled in, he spotted Amoura’s Jeep Cherokee parked out the front, so he knew she hadn’t clocked out from her ten-hour shift yet. What he found last night hidden in Aniyis’ closet fucked his mind up completely. He spent the entire night sitting in Aniyis’ room, gazing at him as he slept. How could there be any question about whether Aniyis was his son? Kross remembered vividly the night he fucked Cassie before he got locked up. They went round for round, and each time, he filled her up with his nut. They were so wrapped up in emotions, they didn’t even think about the possibility of her getting pregnant.
When Cassie did finally break the news that she was pregnant, it was like Kross’ entire world stopped. He was sitting in a cell, but he had finally found his purpose in life. From that day forward, he committed himself to taking care of Cassie and making sure she didn’t want for a thing. He made the impossible happen for her all from his cell. She had whatever she needed and could imagine for herself and Aniyis. Kross got her out of her mom’s house and into a lavish condo, made her get rid of her cash car and upgraded her to a BMW x3 so she would havemore space for the baby. He even put up the money for her to get studio space for her clothing brand. Everything Cassie needed was just one phone call away because Kross was so grateful that she was carrying his baby and decided to walk down his sentence with him.
In any of those moments, he never got the inclination or slightest thought to ever doubt that Aniyis was his. She was the girl who stayed out the way and was never in the mix. She wasn’t known by many and never chased clout. That was what he loved about her the most, so when she told him she was pregnant, he knew he was the only one she was fucking.
He never claimed to be a saint during their six-month relationship before he got locked up. She caught him with some hoes here and there, but he always strapped up and never gave those hoes the opportunity to trap him with a baby. The thought of Cassie fucking someone else raw in the time frame that he fucked her raw had his stomach in knots. She was the only person he could get clear and direct answers from, but she was dead, so he had to go to the person who was the closest to her, and that was Amoura.
His eyes remained glued on the back door of the nursing home as it swung open and a few employees trickled out. Kross leaned up in his seat and started his car, anticipating Amoura’s exit in her navy-blue scrubs. After a few more minutes of waiting, he saw her exit the building. She looked over her shoulder and waved goodbye to a few co-workers before proceeding toward her car. He took that as his opportunity to snatch her up, so with his foot heavy on the gas, he drifted right in front of her, causing smoke to cloud the air from the friction his tires created on the road.
Almost getting hit by him, Amoura clenched her chest in fear as her heart raced a mile a minute. “Kross, what the fuck?!” she screeched in a panic.
He didn’t give a fuck about her being scared, so he just hit the locks on the car. “Get in,” he ordered.
Sensing his rage, Amoura stood firm on the pavement with her arms folded across her chest. “No! What the fuck?! You almost killed me!”
Kross upped the gun he had resting on his lap and aimed it at her. “Get the fuck in the car now, Amoura!” he snarled with darkness seeping through his eyes.
At this point, her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, and her mouth had gone as dry as the Sahara Desert. Left with no other choice, she fearfully got into the passenger seat of his Maybach. As soon as the door shut behind her, he drifted onto the main road, leaving nothing behind besides a cloud of smoke and some of Amoura’s employees frazzled by the scene they just witnessed.
Amoura clenched at her seat belt, afraid that Kross would crash due to how fast he was whipping the car. She was too afraid to utter anything, so she didn’t bother to ask what was going on or where was he taking her. He maneuvered the car with one hand, switching lane to lane and saying to hell with all the rules of the road. The other hand was kept wrapped around his gun, ready to blow if Amoura did anything stupid.
After twelve minutes of him driving crazily, Kross snapped his head in her direction, shooting her a lethal look. “Open the glove box,” he instructed her.
“Kross, what?”
“Bitch, shut the fuck up and open the glove box!” he barked at her.
Amoura jumped in fear as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Doing as told, she reached down and opened the glove box. Inside was a red box, and Kross nodded his head, giving her clearance to pull it out. Once she had it out, her eyes scanned the front of the box, and instantly, her brows bumped together.Through clenched teeth, Kross questioned her. “What the fuck is it, Amoura?”
“A DNA test, but what does this have to with anything?” she cried out, now with tears cascading down her rounded face.
“Bitch, stop fucking playing with me! I’ll blow your fucking head off in this car, Amoura!”
