Page 28 of So Special: Fanatic Love

“What dat English queen say? Sorrows, sorrows, prayers, bitch. Again, why da fuck you on my line?”I wasn’t sure why she thought I would give a fuck about her and her husband’s shit.

She snickered lowly.“I swear, if I knew you were this ignorant asshole, I would have never fucked you.”When I told her that she would have and that I was about to hang up, she got her shit together. “Okay, okay! Look, I’m calling to tell you that I will be keeping those charges on your lil baby mama and her friends for attacking me. Those hoodrats are going to jail.”

“Ah, you’re the bitch they bopped in da head.”That made sense in my mind, but I still wasn’t happy about it.“What the fuck you do to make dem attack you?”

“I didn’t do shit!”The volume of her voice was elevated again.“Your whore of a fucking—”

I hung up on her ass, then proceeded to block that number. She could kiss somebody else’s ass because I didn’t want that bitch anywhere near me. “Man, they fucked up Penny,” I told Zane.

He dropped his head in his hands before he looked at me with his head sloped to the right. “I thought Katniss didn’t like being in the blogs? I’m sure people recognized her from the original blog and taped that fight.”

Right! Katniss was on my ass about Penny because she ran to the blogs. Now Katniss was giving other people a reason to run to them. “Man, look, this shit is crazy.”

We sat there for a few more hours before the girls came from the back. Katniss was the only one who wore a scowl.

“Ion know what da fuck you so mad fa. You whupped that girl ass, so be happy, lil miss knuck if you buck.”

I stood, turned my back to them, then walked toward the door to leave the building. “Y’all boy wild,” I said over my shoulder as I walked in front of them. “How da fuck you say you ain’t wanna be in da blogs, but round here fightin bitches and shit?”

“Whatever, Asher. If you maintain better control of your hos, I wouldn’t have to fight bitches!” Katniss yelled at my back. “You damn right I’m going to pounce on a bitch when she calls my son a fucking bastard.”

Her words felt like prickly needles being stuck into my ears. “What da fuck you say jus now?” She repeated herself and I snickered. “Aight, bet dat. Let’s fuckin go!” We all climbed into my Tahoe. All the girls got into the back with their fighting asses.

When we got to the building, we all went to Katniss’s condo. I was impressed by how much they’d gotten done in one day. The furniture and décor that my baby mama purchased was nice as hell. I never thought that it wouldn’t be. Her other apartment was decorated nicely with nice furniture. It looked like she decided to keep her living room set. “Fat-fat, ya living room set nice, but you need a bigger piece fa this big ass space. Put dis one in da third bedroom and set it up as a den, woman cave, or something and buy a new one.”

“On dat note, I ga go,” Tiara announced. “Katniss and Daisy, call me lata today so we ca go to brunch.” She knew to get the fuck on.

I felt Katniss’s eyes on me. She probably wanted to fuss about spending more money. She had already told me that she wasn’t sure what she was going to use the third bedroom for. Minutesafter Tiara was out the door, Daisy and Zane followed suit. Now it was just me and Katniss with her scrunched up face ass.

Her arms went across her breasts and her thick ass hip stuck out. “What you plan to do about ya stupid ass ho calling our son a bastard?” she asked with her neck swirling. “I already did what the fuck I was gonna do.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I ain’t ga do shit. You done handled da shit although yo ass shoulda let da shit go.”

Her eyes bugged out and her arms dropped. “So, you’re going to let that bitch talk crazy about our son! That’s some bitch shit!”

There went those prickly needles again. “I swear people got me fuck up today.” I took a step toward her ass. “Let’s get some shit clear. Lower ya tone when you talk to me. I done told you about da disrespect.” I waited a moment before I continued. “Me not doing shit doesn’t make me a bitch.

“It make me a man that has shit to lose,” I pointed out. “See, I ran up on her da first time out of respect fa you and the safety of you and my boy. Dat was worth da run up. Someone calling my son a bastard are false words. Katniss, I don’t argue with muthafuckas in the comments because their asses don’t matter.” I stood firm to allow the words to sink in. “Let me ask you a question, Fat-fat.

“You outcha fighting bitches over baseless words like you not a whole ass nurse outcha. You got shit ta fuckin lose,” I told her. “If dat assault inflicting serious bodily harm charge sticks, you ca risk ya damn license. Is a bitch callin ya child a bassad worth dat shit?”

I could tell by the softening of her face that she didn’t think of that shit. Yeah, it was easy to jump on someone, but growth was understanding how to evaluate if it was worth it. At this point in my life, I was worth well over three hundred mil because of my contract, previous funds from past contracts that I hadn’t touched, investments, endorsements, and businesses thatI either owned or partnered in. I had yet to touch any of the money from my damn contract because I was living off my other streams of income. As soon as I got into the league, I walked my first check right into Washington-Smith Investment Firm in the Chuck. My mama didn’t raise a fool.

Katniss twiddled with her fingers and shuffled on her feet before her eyes closed. “Shit, I wasn’t thinking. I just got so mad.” After her eyes opened, she said, “This was why I didn’t want to be bothered with the whole being Asher Kane Wilson’s child’s mother thing.”

“You got one mo fuckin time to say, allude, or even think about that dumb shit right there.” She had me fucking tight right now. “You talkin bout being bothered. Be fuckin bothered. Da fact will not change, Katniss, yo ass is Asher Kane Wilson’s baby mama.” I lowered my face to be leveled with hers. “What da fuck you ga do when you my lil one and my fuckin wife? You might be bothered, but you ga still be mine, Fat-fat.”

Her entire body tensed.Yeah, just like that.I was tired of this slow burn shit. I ain’t fucked since the last time I fucked Penny, and the only person I wanted was my baby mama. My boy’s birthday party, which we pushed back because of the move, was next weekend. I wanted Katniss to be my girl by that time.

“Huh?” she said just above a whisper.

“If ya ass can huh then ya ass can hear.” I wrapped my hand around her neck with a little squeeze. “Stop playing wit me, lil one. Get your shit togetha before I do em fa you.” My lips crashed onto hers.

She wasted no time when she wrapped her arms around my neck and slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her moan ignited the bricking of my dick. We walked backward toward her couch. “Dat wha wrong withcha. You need dis dick. Tell me Fat-fat need dis dick, Kat.”

My hand was still around her neck, but I loosened it so she could answer. “Yes,” she uttered breathlessly. “I need that dick, Asher.”Damn right she did.

“Kat, tonight, dis gonna be straight ass fuckin,” I informed her. We could do that love making, sensual, nice shit another time. I needed to size Fat-fat back up to this dick. “Take dat shit off and bend da fuck over.”

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