Page 2 of Deuce

He sat.

I chuckled. “See what happens when you don’t listen? Yo mama never told you that a hard head makes a soft ass, bitch nigga? Now your hand and your face is fuck up.”

I took another pull from my blunt and blew the smoke in his face.

“Now, back to my lesson. Pops ain’t even been a one woman type of nigga. The man has six kids by four different women. That pull out game was weak.”

Jeremih’s voice was nasal as he spoke with confusion. “Six? It’s only five of y’all.”

“I know what the fuck I said, and I said what I meant. Don’t interrupt me again. Back to what I was saying. Niggas don’t really care about who they stick their dick in. You, my friend, you didn’tknowwho you were sticking your dick in.”

I snapped my fingers and Vinny, one of my soldiers, appeared next to him with an envelope.

“Why don’t you take a look at that.”

He looked up at Vinny then slowly reached for the envelope. With his one good hand, he opened it and pulled out the contents inside. His eyes widened as he laid out several pictures of Mia and our family.

“Mia James-Dillinger. Checkmate, nigga.”

“I… I didn’t… I meant?—”

“The fuck you stuttering for? You got something you wanna get off your chest?”

I stood from my seat and rounded the table. His eyes landed on the gun in my waistband, and he sank into the chair.

“Oh yeah, that’s for you. Before I put a bullet in you, I’m gonna give you a chance to explain why you putting your fucking hands on my sister?”

He was quiet.

“Talk motherfucker!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Oh, you sorry? You have to give me a little bit more than that. Obviously, you didn’t know that was my baby, so you wouldn’t have been stupid enough to put your hands on her in the first place. So enlighten me on why you feel your balls are big enough to hit women?”

He kept quiet, because he knew like I knew that there was no excuse. I pulled the gun from my waistband and set it on the table.

“I’ll tell you what because I’m such a nice nigga, I’m gonna give you a chance to apologize. If it’s good enough, I’ll let you live.”

I signaled to Woody. He gave a nod, then disappeared in the back. Jeremih gave a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, man. I knew you weren’t as heartless as they made you out to be.”

I chuckled. “You heard that, Vinny? He thinks I’m heartless.”

“He clearly don’t know you, Boss.”

“You know, my grandmother used to tell me the things you don’t know will make up a whole other world. Welcome to my world, Jeremih.”

The door opened and Woody stepped in with the guest of honor. I pushed off from the table to create space between us. Heels clicked across the concrete floor as my sister approached us.

“Hey baby girl,” I spoke as she leaned in to kiss my cheek.

Jeremih’s eyes widened. “Baby.”

Mia turned to him with a sinister smile. “Hey, baby. Looks like you’ve got yourself in quite the predicament.”

“You… you didn’t tell me Deuce was your brother.”

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