Page 49 of Make Me Forget

I rolled my eyes. This nigga was just getting rid of a ratchet ass female and was already scoping out the next. “Man?—”

“Naw, for real. Her name was Mekayla, I think. She gon’ be coming here to help me get back in shape. I can tell she got some hood in her. Plus, she might be a lil older than me, ’cause she just seem to have weary eyes. I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t give a fuck about that though.”

I slowly shook my head. I hoped this was on the up and up. I couldn’t tell him shit about being careful. Not long ago, I was Cassie’s side nigga. Christian tried to deter me, but I refused to listen. I knew what I felt, and I couldn’t stop pursuing her. Henderson men didn’t fuck around with our feelings. Usually, when we felt it, we went after it. That was one of our best and worst qualities.

It was a good thing, because for the women we went after, there was no room for doubt in their minds as to how we felt or what we wanted. It was bad because we didn’t give a fuck about their current situations and what should have been red flags for us. I didn’t give a fuck that Cassie was engaged. I wanted her. The same was true for Uncle Storm.

Mya was in the streets, and Christian snatched her ass right out. Angel was living under two overprotective parents and had down syndrome, but Rylan fought the odds to be able to have her as his. So if Jacob had a conversation with this woman and thought that she might be the one, who was I to tell him she wasn’t?

“When will you see her again?”

“First thing Monday morning. I can’t wait, nigga. You should have seen that ass in those scrubs. Although they were loose on her legs, they hugged her ass like I wanted to be hugging it. When that shit jiggled, I wanted to smack the shit out of it. Her smile though… Lawd have mercy. As bad as I was hurting when she touched my ribs, my shit rose to the occasion. I think she noticed too.”

“What make you think that?” I asked with a slight frown.

“She glanced down, and her cheeks reddened a bit. Mm hmm. Soon as I’m feeling better, I’m gon’ be in that. She got a career, and she seems to have her shit together. I’m gon’ find out though. I’m not getting into no fucked-up shit like I just got out of.”

“I hope you ain’t feeling guilty about Jameka, though, and just playing hard around me.”

“I’m not. That wasn’t on me. We were two consenting adults. I ain’t never promised that girl nothing more than a good fuck. My only regret is getting involved with her crazy ass from the beginning. I knew she wasn’t ’bout nothing when I fucked her. I let the ass cloud my judgment. Then when I got in it and that shit clinched me, I was caught up for a minute.”

“Mm hmm, and you see where that shit got you. But if you feel this therapist might be the one, knock yo’self out, my nigga. Be careful, but if you feel it, don’t let up.”

“Hell naw. I’m a fucking Henderson, and it’s official now. My last name is now Henderson. Fuck a Monroe.”

I almost slapped his hand, but I caught myself.

“Nigga, you fuck up my healing timeline and as soon as I’m healed, I’m gon’ fuck up yours.”

He chuckled slightly as I laughed. Jacob would be just fine… hopefully. We just had to get SS out the woods.

“The superstar is here!”

Cassie’s eyebrows lifted as the lady at the registration fangirled. She was a buckle bunny. I’d seen her ho ass at a few competitions and rodeos. Our competitions garnered more attention from them because we made more money. We spent more money, making sure our horses were taken care of and trained properly. A good cutting horse could cost up to a hundred grand by the time you factored in training and breeding. So, it only made sense for the purse to be heftier.

My horse was getting older. While I figured a day would come that I would need another one, I didn’t want to imagine it. However, I wanted to be prepared, so I had already purchased one. Zayson was training it for me and had been training it for the past year. One more year and his ass should be just right. He was stubborn as fuck, just like this nigga I had been sweeping shit up with.

Suge Knight was a beast, and Bumpy Johnson wouldn’t be any different. I purposely looked up notorious black gangsters to name my horses after. If they would act like they had sense and learned to listen without being manhandled all the damn time, I’d give them a normal name.

I grabbed Cassie’s hand, and the registrant glanced at her and smiled. One thing Cassie was gon’ have to learn was that these hoes didn’t give a fuck about a cowboy having a woman. If he was winning money and prize buckles, he was up for the taking. That lil song by Tanner Adell only made them bolder. They had a platform now.

“Mister Henderson, you had a long trip?”

“Eight hours.”

“That’s not too bad. Travis drove fifteen. That’s a haul right there.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ve been there. Took damn near twenty hours to get to New Hampshire… maybe longer.”

“Whew! Yes, sir. Well, I got you all registered, Mister Henderson. Best of luck to you,” she said as she openly scanned my body in a flirtatious way.

“That’s not cool. That’s very disrespectful to me and my fiancée. Plus, I don’t give a damn about being disqualified when it comes to her, which means I’ll let her catch another case for fucking somebody up. I do this because I enjoy it, not for the money. You feel me?”

The lady next to her stopped what she was doing and stopped hiding the fact that she was ear hustling to begin with. Cassie was squeezing my hand so tight she had to be cutting off my circulation. Baby girl didn’t need shit added to her plate. She was still trying to figure out what to do about Shayla. I had her go to Precinct 1 and file a restraining order against her. I was sure Shayla had been notified already. If she hadn’t, then she would be notified while we were gone.

The lady next to her cleared her throat, as if telling her to make it right. “Umm… I do apologize, Mister Henderson. I meant no harm.”

“Keep that apology. It wasn’t sincere. You absolutely meant to do what you did. You just didn’t expect me to point it out.”

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