Page 30 of Make Me Remember

I lowered my head and shook it. Here I thought I was only the Henderson engaging in bullshit. Milana proved me all the way wrong. “Maaann…”

I didn’t have any words, but Ashanni seemed to find some. “Well, was it good?”

I rolled my eyes as Milana said, “Yeah. Better than his pitiful ass.”

They high-fived and giggled. I took a deep breath. “Man, y’all gon’ get a nigga locked up for real. Next time, call SS or Kingsley. I have some beautiful shit going on for a change, and y’all’s bullshit interrupted that.”

Milana’s smile faded completely. “I’m sorry, Jacob. It won’t happen again.”

“Uh huh. I don’t believe you. Carry y’all asses back to Nome.”

I hugged both of them and kissed their heads then got in my truck just in time to see the message from Mekayla.

I’m home, baby.

I smiled slightly, then sent a message back. Okay. Can I call you?

Give me a little bit to get my baby fed and ready for bed, then I’ll call.

I smiled at her text then cranked up and headed back to Nome. I couldn’t believe Milana had done that ratchet shit. That nigga could have fucked her up for real. Although I was firmly against putting my hands on a woman, I was two seconds from fucking Jameka’s ass up. As I drove, my phone rang. Glancing at it, I saw it was Jess.

“Hello?”

“Where the hell are you with a bum leg, nigga?”

“On my way back from Beaumont. I’m fine. How you even know I’m not at home?”

“Because I’m at your front door about to break in this muthafucka. I thought something had happened to you, and yo’ ass is out and about.”

“Since you got so much hostility in you, you need to be talking to yo’ lil cousins.”

“Who?”

“Milana and Ashanni. That’s who I came to Beaumont to see about.”

“What happened?”

“Ashanni called and said Milana’s boyfriend had shoved her. So after Mekayla left, I made a fucking beeline to ExxonMobil to see what the hell was going on. Why the fuck did she say it was her fault because she cheated on him. But get this shit… He cheated first, so she fucked his brother.”

“Ooooh shit! That’s my level of petty. I didn’t know Milana had that shit in her.”

I rolled my eyes. “See, I can’t deal wit’ yo’ ass either.”

I ended the call as she laughed and continued home. Had Ashanni called while I was deep in Mekayla’s Crock-Pot pussy, they would have been shit out of luck. That shit had me all tender and juicy afterwards. I’d be a tender dick nigga any day for that shit. I cranked up my Slim Thug greatest hits playlist and jammed to “U Know” with Luda and Bun B.

I needed to calm my nerves. I’d probably hit up Uncle Jasper. Milana had me hot as hell. If that nigga would have still been there, I would have probably fucked him up. He was wrong for cheating on my lil cousin. So, even though she fucked up too, I probably wouldn’t have felt bad about it. Realization that he started this shit partially calmed me.

I was so hot about her reaction I’d forgotten all about what caused it. That nigga still deserved to be fucked up. I called Ashanni back, because I didn’t feel like looking for Milana’s number. She answered on the first ring. “Hello?”

“Hey. Where Lana?”

“She’s right here. She can hear you.”

“I’m sorry for reacting the way I did. You didn’t deserve to be cheated on. That nigga need to be dealt with. Just tell me one thing. You love him?”

“No. I hadn’t fallen in love. That was probably why I was able to do what I did.”

“A’ight. What’s that nigga name, and why hasn’t he met the family?”

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