A Mother's Love (17 page)

“Man I’m with my girl I will call you later.”

“Oh it’s like that?”

“Yeah.” I said and hung up.

I looked at Brittany who pretended like she didn’t hear anything. I know she could hear Lorina’s voice but she didn’t say anything. Lorina called back and I let her go to voicemail.

              We sat and chatted about everything.  I was excited about the thought of having a baby a little mini me and Brittany that would be great. But Quincy told me I needed to get out the game. I had just gotten in the game so how the hell was I going to get out. I didn’t have any goals in life but to sell dope. I wasn’t trying to give it up. I knew this drug money would help me give Brittany and my baby what they deserved in life. I been moving weight for only a month and with the right team I had already made a hundred and fifty thousand dollars for my own profit. I was not giving this shit up.

              After dinner I dropped my girl off at the house and headed to Lorina. I had to tell this bitch about herself. What she didn’t know was her Pops had told me she was going to start acting like this. He told me she was not right in the head. He said he had regretfully killed three of her old boyfriends for her because they wanted to leave her. He told me I moved that weight and made him money. And honestly I wasn’t even fucking Lorina. She had sucked my dick because she was forbidden fruit. I was not fucking her.

              She had told me all about her Father in a week so I knew she was not to be trusted. I had another chick I was fucking on the side and she damn sure didn’t act like Lorina. Juanita was the perfect sideline chick. She played her part and she played it well. I only fucked her every now and then. I made it to the hotel and went up to her room. I knocked and she answered. She knew I was coming. She came to the door with her titties out and a thong on. Her long hair was loose and she had a bottle of patron in her hand.

“Papi I missed you.” She said like she had not left thirty messages on my phone. She walked up to me and kissed me.

“Look Lorina we need to talk.” I was not in the mood.

I think she thought her being damn near naked was suppose to entice me but what she didn’t know was I get ass and shit thrown at me all the time.

“Okay Papi.”She said I sat on the bed next to her.

“Look Lorina you doing too much calling my phone like that.”

She got up and started shaking her ass. I had to give it to her she was making my dick hard. I smacked her ass.

“Man look you need to keep it calm.”

She turned towards me and rubbed her nipples. Then I heard the bathroom door clicked. Oh shit this bitch was trying to set me up. I putted my hand on my waist to make sure my gun was there. But to my surprise it was her friend that was talking to my brother Jr. She was fine as hell. She looked better than Lorina to me. She also had on no bra and just a thong.

              She walked up to Lorina who was still rubbing her titties. They started kissing.  I didn’t know what to do. Shit I had never experience this shit before. Jr. had told me about bitches doing this for him but I never experienced it but I was glad I was experiencing it. I knew this was going to be a long night. Lorina knew how to make a nigga no longer mad.

              I woke up around three that morning. I checked my phone and saw that Brittany had called me three times. I left the girls and went to check on my money. I made sure I texted Brittany so I wouldn’t wake her up. I texted her and told her I was okay. I got in my car and went to one of our stash spots. I have to say Lorina had some good pussy and they really showed me a good time last night. I guess she knew she fucked up but she definitely made it up. It was still dark outside. I knocked on the twice and then three times that was our code.

I heard Cam “what’s your status?”

“Boss nigga.” I said.

That was my status I was the boss of the organization. Cam was the underboss. He opened the door for me and gave me a pound. We walked in the back room where we could talk. Kim was the lady’s house we stashed our product at. She was cool she didn’t have any kids and wasn’t a base head. I guess her and Cam was fucking.

“So nigga how is everything?”

“Shit everything is everything. No problems thus far. You feeding everybody so don’t nobody got no problems.”

That was good to hear I didn’t want no beef on the streets. Cash was my only real competition so that nigga was knocked off the map, especially after he tried to fight my sisters. It was a wrap for that ass. I just needed a reason.

              I wasn’t a stone cold killer, but I would kill if need be. Cash I had a problem with him not really about business but because he was dealing with my sister. He was married and although it was my sister’s choice she was young and didn’t know shit. I loved my sister and no one was going to fuck her over. That is why I needed to talk to Kane. He was my nigga and all but I needed to see where his head was if he was fucking with my sister.

              I concluded things with Cam and left to go home at about five in the morning. I hadn’t got a text from Brittany so I knew she was sleep. I went in the house and laid next to her. I woke up the next afternoon about one to the smell of food. It smelled real good. I was tripping because Brittany was suppose to be at school. What was she doing still home? I got up and was surprised to see my sister Daphne in my kitchen.

“Hey bro.” she said.

“What you doing here?” I asked sitting at the table.

“Cooking what it look like. I just wanna show appreciation for you getting me out of jail. So I decided to cook your favorite.”

“How you get in?” I asked looking at my kitchen it was a mess.

“Brittany let me in. I had talked to her. She a nice girl, Violet gave me her number.” I couldn’t believe it.

“Go get dressed the food won’t be done until about five. I had just made some quick salmon patties to munch on.”

I walked up to her and gave her a kiss. I went to get in the shower. I was actually loving the relationship that my big sister and I was developing. I hated not having a mother but Daphne was definitely making me forget that I was motherless. I wish we had gotten this close when we were younger but it was never too late.

Man my kids were strong but they needed to help each other. It seem like they condone what each other do. Nobody is there to tell them that what they are doing is wrong. That’s my job. Jr. got all these damn kids and he still not stable. Dang seven kids, really Jr. and then Shane not even a good role model. He sitting around still living with women god damn shame.

Daphne poor girl she just as lost as Violet. Sleeping with a married man, what is wrong with her? Now I dated some clowns in my day but none of them were married to my knowledge. And what kind of friends is she picking for herself. I was glad she beat Sherri’s butt. She deserved it. I just don’t know about the guy Mike. He seem alright but he need to decide if he a drug dealer or a stand up guy. But my baby sure do know how to cook, I taught her that.

Violet I can’t believe my sister would throw my baby out. I can say Violet is wild but she is just a child she don’t have neither one of her parents. I love the way she kept them in contact with each other but shit she wasn’t really a role model either. Kicking my baby out to move out of town with some nigga. But Kane seem like a nice guy. I really didn’t get a chance to follow him around but it look like he own that company where Jr. work. So I guess he is alright.

Shamar my baby boy, killing really, having threesomes, selling drugs. The boy has lost his damn mind. I wonder if he would be doing all this shit if he knew I was watching all of this. I mean damn where had he learned the bullshit. But I’m glad he goes to see Quincy. I was elated when I saw him; he was still fine as hell. I still loved him. It made my heart melt when I got to see his face again.

I was thinking about all the love that was between Quincy and I. He was the perfect match for me. A tear seeped from my eyes as I shook my head. Why did my life have to be cut short? Why couldn’t I just enjoy a little bit of love? As I drowned in my sorrow I felt my body lift. Oh hell here we go again. My body floated through the air. The climate changed and the scenario changed. What the hell why was I leaving my kids. Here I was again going somewhere I didn’t want to be. I had finally seen my kids now I might not ever see them again.

Chapter Twenty Three

Jr.

It had been a week since I had seen Beauty.  At first disgusted when I found out that I kissed a hoe but as the days went on all I could do was think about her. It was those eyes it was more to her than just being a hoe. I could see why her name was Beauty she was absolutely beautiful it was more than just her looks it was her grace that made her a beautiful woman.

              I was driving around the city since I had got done early. It seemed like once I stopped sexing all the women the jobs went by faster. I got a text from Monique complaining about us not spending time together. We were technically still together but in her eyes but I saw way different. I was driving down Broadway Street when he spotted her. It was Beauty. She was standing in a doorway with a blonde wig on. I knew it was her still. She had on make up that just brought out the beauty of her features more. She had on some platform stilettos that were silver. Her white shorts were so up in her ass that it looked like they were panties. She had on a bra looking top with a black jacket on over it.

              I pulled his Lexus up to the curb. She was talking with some other chick and when she saw the car she walked up to it.

“Hey Daddy wanna have a good time.”

“Get in.”I said I don’t even think she recognized me. She hopped in the car.

“So what you want?” She said and turned towards me.
“I don’t want nothing I just wanted to see you.” She gave me a look and got mad.             

“Nigga let me out what is you on? That kiss was nothing I’m about my paper you hear me. I don’t have time to be talking and chatting with your ass I need my money.” I kept driving.

“Well I will pay you to spend a couple of hours with me, no sex.” I said and I couldn’t believe it.

What the hell was I thinking paying somebody to spend time with me? I wasn’t desperate or anything I just wanted to get to know the girl I think it was worth it.

“Well that would be a hundred dollars a hour.” She said.

“Aight I got you.” I pulled out two hundred dollar bills. “You hungry?” I asked she looked at me crazy.

“Yeah,” she said in a low tone.

We pulled into McDonalds and I told her to get out. I liked the girl and all but I wasn’t about to treat her out after I just gave her two hundred dollars. We ordered some food and sat in a back booth.

“So,” she said taking a sip from her soda, “what’s your name?”

“Shane Jr., everybody call me Jr.” I said eating my French fries.

“Oh ok so you a Junior? You got any kids?” I knew that question would come up and I felt like lying. But to a person who would sell their body on the streets please who was she to judge.

“Yeah I got seven.” She started laughing.

“Damn you wasn’t playing?”

“Whatever so you got any kids?” she took a bite from her sandwich and chewed her food.

“Naw.” She said with a distant look in her eyes.

“So why do you prostitute?” I guess that was the wrong question. Her eyes had anger in them.

“What the fuck you mean? Why the fuck do you have all those damn kids muthafucka? Don’t sit and judge cause your shit ain’t all good either.” She yelled.

“Calm down ma I didn’t bring you here to argue. Sorry.”

I knew at that point she didn’t want to prostitute that she had to. And that made my heart open up, maybe if I open up she will too.

“Look I’m sorry. Never meant to offend you, you too pretty to be mad.” She smiled.

We started talking about my job and my kids. I showed her pictures of all my kids and she told me how precious they were. Every time we talked about kids her voice always broke up and she got this look in her eyes. She told me that she was Asian and black. I guess her black side showed more than her Asian side. But she was remarkable. She was funny and kept me laughing once I got through that wall she had built.

              Our two hours were up and I was going to take her back to the corner which I got her from. We had made it back to Broadway. I could tell she didn’t want to leave me.

“Look Beauty take down my number.” She took out her phone and I gave her my number.

“If you ever get scared, need somebody to talk to, or just need anything call me.” I said.

She looked happy and hopeful like I had just given her another resource. I knew there was more to her than what met the eye. I knew she wasn’t telling me something. But I was going to wait until she was ready. But I needed to get more information on this Lil Spank nigga. So I called my little sister I knew she would know.

“Violet this Jr. what you doing?” I asked when she answered.