Page 21 of Deuce

They beat Mr. Luckey badly and ended up getting away, but not before Miss Edna popped one of them in the back. Of course, the hood was going to talk. When I got word who the little niggas were, I took care of the problem and made sure that everybody knew if they fucked with them, they fucked with me, and I wasn’t a nigga to be fucked with. They hadn’t had a problem since.

Mace and I stepped off to the side while we waited. I found myself watching Salima’s every moved. She was so fucking fine… a natural beauty. Baby had the body these girls went under theknife for. I didn’t get a good look at her last night because there was so much going on but seeing her in only that sheer ass robe that barely hid anything this morning… my dick almost bricked up. Mace was right.

I wanted her… bad. And I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to get her.

Our order came up and Mace grabbed the food. We headed to my car, passing my Salima’s table. Our eyes connected and I stopped in my tracks.

“You have something you want to say to me?” she asked.

“Actually, I do.” I walked to her and took a seat in front of her. “How about you let me get your number.”

“How about no.”

“No?”

“N. O…. No. Are you not used to that word?”

“Nah, I’m not.”

She kissed her teeth. “There’s that arrogance again.”

“What you call arrogance, I called confidence.”

“Well, I am confident that I will never give you my number. Although I’m sure you can just get it from the same person you got the rest of your information on me from.”

I smirked. “I could. I’d just prefer you give it to me.”

“Preferences are like elbows and assholes. Everybody has one. Bye, Stanley.”

I smiled and licked my lips as her smart ass mouth. I had to admit that I liked that shit.

“I’ll see you around, Ms. Navarro. Bet on that.”

Standing from the table, I made my way over to the driver’s side of my car. When I climbed in, Mace shook his head at me.

“That girl is going to give you hell.”

“You know I never back down from a challenge.”

I cranked up the car, and my engine roared. Salima looked over and rolled those pretty eyes. She could play hard to get if she wanted to. I could play much harder.

“Mama!”

I walked into my childhood home yelling her name only because she hated that shit. She rounded the corner with a frown on her face.

“I’ve told you about that shit.”

I grinned as I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her temple.

“How you doing, beautiful?”

“I’m good, baby. Hey Maceo.”

“Hey, Ma.”

She wasn’t his mother, but he’d been calling her Ma since he was ten. Surprisingly, all of Pop’s baby mamas got along. They came together to make sure my siblings and I had strong relationships. It was nothing for all of us to pile up at one house for sleepovers. We did birthdays and holidays together. We’ve even been on a few family trips together. There could have been a shitload of drama, but there wasn’t. The four of them were equally taken care of by my father so they really had no complaints. Aside from my mama and Maddie, everybody else had gone on to get married and have other kids.

“What trouble are you two coming from?” Ma asked.

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